Such an attitude was enough to earn Cai Liu's admiration.
Inside the carriage, Qingdai sat obediently to the side. Her beautiful eyes were fixed earnestly on Zheng Jun's handsome face, looking a little entranced.
At Jishi Hall, just how many Martial Artists came and went to buy and sell medicine? When Qingdai was an apprentice, she had followed her aunt and witnessed those business dealings with her own eyes. She had seen at least eight hundred Martial Artists, if not a thousand. But not a single one was like her Young Master Zheng, capable of undergoing such arduous cultivation. Even inside a bumpy carriage, he didn't rest for a single moment!
What kind of resolute Martial Arts heart was this?
