When the time came, he would make everyone who had ever looked down on him pay the price!
In the room, the scent of medicine mingled with his fiery rage, casting a hideous light upon Lin Yue's face, which was twisted with jealousy and bitterness.
...
「The Inner City.」
The watchman's clapper had just sounded for 7 p.m. when Yang Jing stepped out from the main gate of the County Government.
The evening wind rushed to meet him, carrying the chill of recent snow. He smelled faintly of wine but was only slightly tipsy. During the banquet, the County Magistrate and the patriarchs of several Inner City families had toasted him in succession. Unable to refuse, he had only taken a few small sips from each cup.
He circulated his Inner Strength through his meridians for a moment, and the slight feeling of intoxication vanished without a trace.
