The first thing he did was check on his master's wounds and found that his breathing was stable, which finally put his mind at ease.
Then, he went outside and saw the villagers heading towards the altar that was set up the night before.
The apprentice followed suit upon seeing this.
The previously rudimentary altar was now well-equipped, even having an incense platform, and a cage specifically for offerings was set up beside it.
Every villager who came here would burn a stick of incense and worship devoutly.
At that moment, the village chief stood to the side, looking like the most devout believer, guiding the people.
Zhang Hao saw the puzzled apprentice and asked, "Where is your master?"
Although my wife still died, the physician and the apprentice tried their best to save her that night, so my attitude was very accommodating.
"My master's leg is broken," the apprentice said sadly.
