"No matter what, we must guard Mr. Jiang with our lives until he emerges from his seclusion," the Butcher said gravely.
Yan Qingshan nodded. This was, of course, something he had to do as well.
Both of them were Jiang Xinghai's servants.
If Jiang Xinghai were to die, the two of them would surely die as well.
Of course, their loyalty was utterly flawless. Such was the special bond between servant and master.
They reached a final decision.
In addition to the Butcher, the ones staying behind to guard the medicine garden would be Yan Qingshan, Leng Ning, Chuchu, and Lv Que.
As for everyone else, their only responsibility was to deliver meals.
Jiang Xinghai, sitting cross-legged in the medicine garden, was fully aware of the five-person "guard" that had formed.
He was also well aware of the members of the Yan Family who had come to cause trouble today.
