After sleeping for a day and a night, the important news had also been relayed, and a general plan had even been formulated. The heavy weight in Hu Ma's heart finally lifted. When he woke the next day, he felt completely refreshed.
Upon opening his eyes, he felt a lazy sense of comfort. The dim yellow sunlight spilling through the window made everything from the previous day seem like a dream.
Realizing that his body, utterly drained the day before, had recovered significantly, he finally donned his clothes. He folded the tattered Taoist robe, put on the robe of a Blood Food Gang steward, tied a green sash around his waist, slipped on cloth shoes, and went out.
It was already the morning of the third day. The thin mist had not yet dispersed, and Shima Town appeared much more desolate.
