The recliner was comfortable, but Yang Chan was no hedonist. He was only leaning back because he had just finished practicing his Fist Technique, taking the opportunity to read the Pharmacopoeia and rest a bit. Otherwise, how could someone as diligent as him possibly waste time?
Yang Chan had arranged for people to inquire about Xiaoyu'Er, but unfortunately, she couldn't be found. This was to be expected. After all, countless people had died in White Jade City. In such a chaotic situation, death was all too common, especially for an ordinary person like Xiaoyu'Er who had no cultivation.
Beside Yang Chan, two maids were helping pour water and fan him. His small courtyard had more than just these two; several more maids had been added, bringing the total to exactly ten.
Yang Chan wasn't particularly fond of male servants, so he had chosen only women, all of whom had pleasant features, outstanding figures, and exceptional temperaments.
