52: Pan Sheng's opinion

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the cycles of nature and the common state of humanity.

In this world, although people generally have better physical constitutions and are stronger than ordinary people in Han Yi's previous life, they are still troubled by illness.

However, for minor illnesses like colds and fevers, ordinary people in this world can tough it out with their bodies, and for difficult and complicated diseases, there are also miraculous elixirs and remedies from the Dan Ding Sect.

Therefore, if someone keeps coughing, it's not quite normal.

But matters of sickness are hard to say. Based on Han Yi's shallow biological knowledge from his previous life, perhaps the virus mutated and its toxicity increased?

Han Yi rubbed his temples and stopped thinking about it. Even if it might be an unexpected event, A Qiu had good intentions.

"You should also be careful recently, don't get infected with a cold. If worst comes to worst, come and stay at my place."

Han Yi lowered his head, took out twenty copper coins from hisArms, and handed them to A Qiu, smiling as he said, "Go buy something good to eat and nourish your body."

It wasn't that Han Yi didn't want to give more, but mainly, giving a large sum of money to a child would be like a child holding gold, attracting envy.

Twenty copper coins were enough for A Qiu to eat well for a week.

"Thank you, Yi-ge'er." A Qiu's eyes seemed a little red. He continued, "I've been staying in a dilapidated temple outside the city recently. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Han Yi stood at the courtyard entrance, watching A Qiu's receding figure. Regardless, he would remember this matter.

Thump, thump!

Hearing the familiar knocking sound, Han Yi showed a smile. This time, it must be Pan Sheng, no doubt.

He opened the courtyard door, and the person knocking was indeed Pan Sheng.

"Junior Brother Han, I've brought you the contract. After signing it, you'll be registered with Liu's Rice Shop."

The conditions offered by Liu's Rice Shop and Sun's Noodle Shop were almost the same, but Pan Sheng said his father was familiar with the Liu clan's patriarch, so he chose a contract from Liu's Rice Shop for Han Yi.

"Alright, now you can go to Liu's Rice Shop and claim your first month's salary."

The contract was in duplicate. Pan Sheng took one copy to return to Liu's Rice Shop, and Han Yi kept one as proof.

After signing the contract, the two began to chat idly.

"Senior Brother Pan has a wide network in An Yan City and knows many people. Why not ask him if there are any excellent Martial Masters in the city to reforge the lanyu sword."

While chatting, this thought suddenly occurred to Han Yi. Since he didn't have a good sword technique, he had already planned to reforge the lanyu sword, but finding a reliable shop wasn't easy.

Without much thought, he asked Pan Sheng.

"Reforge?"

Pan Sheng's brow furrowed.

"Junior Brother Han, do you have some unspeakable weapon?"

Han Yi paused, not answering immediately.

Then, he got up and took out the lanyu sword.

Pan Sheng was trustworthy, and it was just a weapon from a flower thief; it shouldn't be a big deal.

"Good sword!"

Seeing the lanyu sword, Pan Sheng stroked the blue jade on the hilt and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"This sword, could it be the personal sword of 'Silver Sword' Wu Awei?"

He seemed to have thought of something and asked Han Yi.

"Senior Brother has sharp eyes," Han Yi said calmly, his expression unchanged.

"Uh..." Pan Sheng was suddenly a little surprised.

He also knew about the bounty on 'Silver Sword' Wu Awei. He had heard some Martial Artist friends who had encountered Wu Awei mention this matter vaguely.

Those friends all said that Wu Awei's movement technique and sword technique were definitely not at the early stage of Refining Bone as stated on the bounty notice. His true strength was absolutely not weaker than a regular Martial Artist at the Late Stage of Refining Bone, and probably only a master at the Lianxue Stage could take him down.

Pan Sheng quite believed the judgment of these friends; after all, their cultivation was at the Late Stage of Refining Bone.

He had also heard that a few days ago, Wu Awei's bounty notice was withdrawn by the Martial Alliance, and he was killed by a mysterious Martial Artist.

At that time, he and a few friends lamented, wondering which quasi-Martial Master at the Lianxue Stage had done it, capable of bringing the arrogant Wu Awei to justice.

Unexpectedly, today he saw Wu Awei's iconic weapon with Junior Brother Han Yi. It was naturally obvious who Wu Awei had died by the hands of...

For the first time, Pan Sheng examined Han Yi, his Junior Brother Han, up and down, carefully and thoroughly.

Before this, Pan Sheng only considered Han Yi as someone to chat with.

When they were in the Ninth Squad, Li Feng was busy with affairs and also focused on cultivation. Although Pan Sheng had a good relationship with Li Feng, they didn't have time to spend together.

As for Wang Meng, he was previously an Outer Sect Disciple of the guard team. When facing an Inner Sect Disciple like Pan Sheng, a sense of inferiority that Wang Meng himself hadn't even noticed arose from deep within him.

Furthermore, Wang Meng was taciturn and not good with words, so Pan Sheng was also unwilling to communicate with Wang Meng.

Only Han Yi neither had the inferiority complex of Wang Meng nor the busyness of Li Feng. Moreover, Han Yi was tight-lipped, never gossiped carelessly, and never discussed others' rights and wrongs behind their backs.

Therefore, when they were in the Ninth Squad, Pan Sheng spent most of his time communicating with Han Yi.

All along, Pan Sheng's impression of Han Yi was that he was cheerful, cautious, and handled things carefully, or rather, he was too cautious, which always made his actions feel a bit petty.

But just at this moment.

Pan Sheng's view of Han Yi suddenly changed.

He felt that the seemingly harmless, outwardly smiling Junior Brother Han seemed like a big cat that usually hid its sharp claws within its paw pads, deeply concealing its strength.

It was as if Han Yi was shrouded in a layer of mist, making Pan Sheng, who thought he understood Han Yi well, unable to see through him anymore...

"How did you deal with Wu Awei? I heard people say that Wu Awei's strength is definitely not as simple as the bounty notice suggests."

Pan Sheng looked at the lanyu sword, a faint light flickering in his eyes. He was silent for a while, then spoke.

"Senior Brother Pan, you don't know, I was just lucky and got a loophole.

"At that time, I happened to pass by Changle Ward. That Wu Awei seemed to have just fought fiercely with someone in Changning Ward and had several wounds on his body. I chased after him, and unexpectedly, after just a few blows, that Wu Awei himself fell down..."

Han Yi spun a white lie.

"After getting this lanyu sword, I considered that in An Yan City, besides Senior Brother Li, only Senior Brother Pan is trustworthy. That's why I wanted to know if there's a reliable forging shop in the city." Han Yi showed a warm smile and said.

Trust? Yes, why think so much? No matter what, he has to call me Senior Brother.

"Cough, cough."

Pan Sheng came back to his senses. After two dry coughs, he tried hard to put on the air of a Senior Brother and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Han, you've asked the right person!"

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"Senior Brother Pan, why is your voice hoarse?"