See You Soon

"And you've gotten weaker."

"Ah." Fang Yiming sighed. "It's hard being an official. I wanted to be an official in the past, but now that I'm here, I don't like how hard it is. I just try to do my best and do something for the people. All right, I need to go back-" 

Suddenly, he saw a tall, strong, and determined-looking man who looked like a general walking towards them with a small wooden box in one hand and a wicker basket in the other. Yiming immediately became silent as if someone had strangled his throat.

Could this be the great general of the South, Shao Shuting?

He clearly hadn't even entered the village yet he still ran into the general. How unlucky did he have to be?

Fang Yiming's scalp tightened.