This morning, the winter sun finally broke through today, but the weather grew colder, as we gradually entered deep winter.
"Master."
Lin Yuan walked to the side room on the left, where Zhu Jiyi was sitting on a round chair, quietly enjoying the sunlight.
"Lin Yuan is here."
Zhu Jiyi glanced over and acknowledged.
"Master is still worried about the repairs to the Zhu family boxing gym? Leave it to the fourth disciple to handle it, and you just need to focus on recovering." Lin Yuan stepped forward and once again checked Zhu Jiyi's injuries.
Zhu Jiyi, being a martial artist at the Condensing Yuan stage, had already dispelled the sword intent from his wounds, allowing him to recover quickly. The deep wounds, which reached the bone, were now gradually closing, leaving a pink scar with no signs of infection.
"Master, I heard from Ling Shan. The fourth disciple is also an orphan you adopted?" After adjusting the old man's robes, Lin Yuan asked softly.
