"Take me out of here."
Ace pushed himself up from the bed and walked toward the door, ignoring Shan Yifeng's frantic protests.
"Master, you need to rest!" Shan Yifeng practically begged, trying to hold him back.
Ace waved him off. "I've rested enough."
The moment he stepped outside, he took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill his lungs. A sigh of relief escaped him.
Finally!
Even though he still couldn't walk properly, even though every step sent a dull ache through his body, it was still better than lying in that damn stone house.
"Master?" Shan Yifeng called out hesitantly.
Ace gave him a brief nod before shifting his gaze toward the horizon.
He had left the house for three very simple—very important—reasons.
One: The roof might not be falling, but his paranoia had officially won.
Two: This one was a bit of a stretch—more of a made-up excuse to make sure no one labeled him a scaredy cat—but still, it worked.
Liu Mei had tried to cut down the spirit apple trees.
