Two days might not be enough for an ordinary person to recover from their injuries, and this was certainly true for Zheng Fan.
However, after two additional days of rest, he could barely put on his armor. Even then, it was mostly for show; drawing his sword to fight was practically impossible.
"It shouldn't be a big problem. After all, Lord Jingnan will be under heavy guard on his journey back to the capital; it's impossible for anything unexpec—"
"Silence!"
Blind Bei interrupted Liang Cheng mid-sentence.
"Since when have you become so superstitious?" Liang Cheng asked.
"I don't care what nonsense others spout, but don't you, of all people, have some awareness of your own damn status? Even a gypsy witch with a crystal ball would have to call you grandmaster by seniority."
"I want to go with you," Liang Cheng said.
"Don't even think about it. If you go, who will manage the barbarian soldiers in this fortress?" Blind Bei shot Liang Cheng down again.
