At the city gate, Yu Wenxu began to question Song Ciwan.
At first, he asked his questions casually. His Deputy General, Cai An, had already warned him multiple times not to get his hopes up for this trip. The lower the hope and the lower the expectations, the less disappointment he would feel on the return journey.
After waiting for nearly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and after going through a cycle of hope, disappointment, more hope, and more disappointment, much of the anxiety in Yu Wenxu's heart had quietly faded.
'Whatever. I'll just treat this trip as a leisurely outing.'
And so, he picked up the brush in his hand and dipped it into the inkstone that Cai An was personally holding for him.
A small, green-covered booklet floated in the air before him. The medical cultivators recruited this time would be registered in this very booklet.
