At the moment Zhu Bufan left Zichu, Zhu Bufan, who had been unconscious for three days, suddenly opened his eyes. Like a lightning bolt piercing through the midnight sky, they were dazzlingly bright, though it was only for a moment before fading back to normal. Staring at the open door, Zhu Bufan seemed thoughtful.
"Since you no longer harbor a killing intent, then the previous matters can be put to rest!" Zhu Bufan murmured to himself.
"Master Feng, you're awake!" Aunt Rong, who had been keeping vigil beside him, was startled when she saw Zhu Bufan suddenly open his eyes. It was as if she leaped up from a spring, and her weary face instantly radiated a peculiar glow.
"Aunt Rong!" Zhu Bufan cheerfully scanned Aunt Rong and noticed that although her face was tired, her attire was no longer the coarse cloth she had worn before but rather luxurious silk garments. Obviously, due to Zhu Bufan's status, Aunt Rong's position had risen significantly.
