Afternoon.
The place was once Han Family Martial Arts Hall, now it's Li Yi's Mansion, where a delicious aroma was permeating the air. It came from the kitchen, where a pot of excellent mutton was being stewed, prepared by the best cook in Sanyang City, and enriched with many nourishing herbs and even a precious item from the earth. This made the already nutritious mutton even more delightful.
But facing such delicious food, no one had an appetite.
Especially Zhao Ge, who stood in the front courtyard with his hands behind his back, frowning and looking toward the firmly shut gates, his mind clearly not on the food but on awaiting news from a battle outside the city.
Li Yi alone had challenged five Qi Cultivation Experts and one Gang Refining Expert from the Meng Family.
Such a situation was nothing if not grave.