He paused, his tone growing more certain. "I doubt the Flying Horse Thieves are specifically targeting us. They've always been picky, going wherever the money is. It's not worth their while to fixate on our medical hall over a minor conflict."
Hearing this, the weight in Yang Jing's heart lifted considerably, and he couldn't help but nod.
'That makes sense.' The Flying Horse Thieves had plundered many wealthy families and merchant caravans in Yuhe County recently. They must have had their hands full with "business." It was unlikely they'd waste energy specifically targeting the Liu Family Medical Hall just because Liu Maolin had repelled a small group of them.
'It seems I was worrying for nothing.'
He raised his teacup and took another sip. The warm medicinal tea slid down his throat, its licorice sweetness dispelling some of the chill.
