Zhu Shanying smiled.
"Thank you, Sister Zhu."
Xue Jing expressed his gratitude.
"In that case, Little Junior Brother, you keep practicing~ I have all the medicinal materials here, and that small room over there is for preparing medicines. You can use it as you wish."
Zhu Shanying pointed to an inconspicuous door in the corner of the practice room.
"I still have some things to take care of. I'll come back to have lunch with you at noon, and then I'll teach you how to ride a horse."
The girl said, waved her hand, and left the practice room.
Xue Jing suppressed the strange feeling of being taken care of, shook his head, took a deep breath, and began his daily training.
...
Elsewhere, outside Qingcheng, in a deserted wilderness.
Jiao Hongyuan opened his eyes and started coughing fiercely.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
With each cough, he spat out a thick, almost solid lump of black blood, involuntarily covering his chest with his hand, his face twisted in pain.