Ling Province, Prefecture Magistrate's Office.
In an elegant room, Dong Wanjun, Jiang Changping, and Bai Yuan stood before a bed.
A frail old man was propped up against the headboard.
The three men in the room were the most prominent figures in Ling Province. In contrast, Bai Yuan's presence was much more conspicuous, which showed how highly Du Qinghui favored him.
"I have already written to Your Majesty. Powerful reinforcements will arrive soon."
Du Qinghui's face was ashen. He had only just woken up today.
His severed arm had been reattached by a master physician in Lingzhou City. Although it wouldn't make much difference in daily use, it would still affect him in combat. A full recovery would take a very long time.
Du Qinghui had been defeated, but he showed no sign of frustration or discouragement.
After all, he wasn't one of those Jianghu Martial Masters who lived for a good fight. A loss was just a loss; he wasn't pursuing ultimate combat power anyway.
