Han Yunxia suddenly covered her mouth and squatted down, her tears staining the camel-colored carpet. She knew better than anyone what this meant: those forces that had moved in to carve up and devour the Han family while it was weak would soon feel the deterrent power of iron war chariots once again.
Silver light danced across Zhang Ming's fingertips as nine golden rays flew back into their box. "For the next ten days, nourish your meridians with thirty percent true qi every morning at the hour of the rabbit."
Seeing Han Huchen's fists tightly clenched in secret, Zhang Ming's lips curved upward slightly. "Rest assured, now that these legs of yours have stood up, they will never kneel again."
Chapter 82