Chapter 129

"Yo, I've only been gone a few days and you already miss me this much?"

Jiang Yan smiled and strolled over.

However, Morax could clearly see that Jiang Yan's gait was a bit limping, and his aura was slightly weakened.

"You're injured?"

Morax frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Took some light injuries."

Jiang Yan pulled over a chair, sat down in one motion, picked up the tea that Morax had set aside to cool, and downed it in one gulp.

"But the other side didn't have it easy either, so I'd say we fought to a draw."

Morax nodded — as long as he hadn't suffered at the other party's hands, that was fine.

If Jiang Yan's injuries had been any worse, Morax would very likely have grabbed the Crimson Dragon Spear and gone charging over.

He was not Zhong Li of a few thousand years later, with such a good temper.

Dare to hurt my brother, and I'll smash your dog head in!

Elsewhere, the Howling Highlands.

Andrius lay on the ground, licking the wounds on his body.

The surrounding wolves gathered close, burying themselves in Andrius's embrace, whimpering in their mouths as if to comfort him.

Andrius's current state was not good — he did not have that monstrous recovery ability of Jiang Yan's.

At this moment, his originally beautiful, splendid wolf fur was now uneven, with some places even scorched black, still giving off waves of meaty fragrance.

Several of his teeth had also shattered — God knew why that bastard's body was so hard; biting him was like biting himself, even shattering his own teeth.

"That bastard..."

Recalling how Jiang Yan had beaten him to his heart's content, patted his butt, and then slipped away, Andrius wished he could tear that guy apart alive.

"Speaking of which, how are things going with the relocation of the people?"

Jiang Yan asked Morax.

"The preparation of supplies is still ongoing, but the personnel for relocating the people have mostly been confirmed."

Morax turned and took a stack of papers from the table.

"But speaking of which, those words of yours were indeed useful in inspiring the people — they're all very enthusiastic about the relocation."

Jiang Yan took the papers from Morax's hands, flipping through the names on them one by one.

"Mm, the people are about enough."

Jiang Yan looked them over for a while, then spoke up:

"For this batch, try to choose those young and strong strapping lads, after all, the first group entering the southern part of Mount Tianheng will basically all need to be thrown into building the city."

Morax nodded, just about to pick up his teacup for a sip, only to discover that the cooled tea had long since been downed in one gulp by Jiang Yan.

He set down the teacup helplessly and said to Jiang Yan:

"Then go ahead and make the preparations. Oh, and find some time to go see Little Ganyu and Lady Guizhong — the two of them are quite worried about you."

Jiang Yan nodded, took the personnel list Morax had handed him, and walked out.