Chapitre 107: An Uncured Illness, a Wildfire Still Ablaze

"Eh." Wang Yao rubbed his forehead. Speaking from the heart, he wasn't hoping to meet with such an important person. At least for now, he didn't want to meet with him. After all, the man was a ruler and Wang Yao himself was just a pauper. He just wants to live a calm and quiet life, not wanting too much contact with these descendants of feudal rulers. However, since he had already put out the request to meet with Wang Yao before, putting off this request once meant that putting it off a second time could not happen. And it is also likely he doesn't want to cause anyone to 'lose face'.

"What's the matter, Yao?" Zhang Xiuying said in a low voice.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just pondering something, that's all," said Wang Yao grinning.

After eating a meal at his house, Wang Yao went back to Nanshan hill. He went up to the mountaintop to recite a scroll of scripture. All those annoying problems he was dealing with earlier seemed to just disappear.