A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 1960

Ye Fan laughed upon hearing that.

To think that I've been hunting high and low for him all this time. There he was all along!

Ye Fan had been a little worried that it would be difficult to find the King of India again without Noa leading the way.

He did not expect to catch wind of his foe as soon as he emerged from the Well of the Thunderdrake.

Moreover, Ye Fan also figured from Geetha's words that Fen Tian's injuries might not have fully healed.

Why else would he need such a large amount of medicinal herbs?

A cold glint flashed across Ye Fan's eyes as he muttered, “Fen Tian, it seems to be God's will for you to die by my hand!”

“You must want to sell your herbs to Lord Fen Tian, sir. Unfortunately, you're a little late to get in on that. Just yesterday, Lord Fen Tian ceased his acquisition.”

Geetha had seen Ye Fan's jade bottles. Judging from the strong medicinal fragrance overflowing from the bottles, he thought that the latter was also there to contribute his harvest.

Ye Fan chuckled lightly. “I'm here to deliver medicine to him, but my medicine does not save lives.”

Geetha did not understand Ye Fan's meaning. “You could try your luck tomorrow or the day after if you really want to sell your wares to Lord Fen Tian, sir. I heard that the King of India is getting married any day now. If you go to the venue of the wedding, you would be able to see him. I'm just not sure if they would let us in.”

Geetha was optimistic about joining in the fun as he was curious to see what the wedding of a king was like.

Feeling that they were just poor people of the slums, he was certain that he would definitely be denied access to such a high-profile wedding.

“He's getting married again?”

Ye Fan had a funny look on his face when he heard the news.

The last time Fen Tian got married, he was almost

beaten to death by me. I simply must make this trip and see my old friend.

But Ye Fan knew that he had to recuperate before he was capable of such a feat.

Though traveling through the Well of the Thunderdrake did not cause much harm to Ye Fan, the toll it had taken on his body was significant.

As his elixir field was almost completely depleted, Ye Fan planned to restore his strength over the following two days before he settled his score with the supreme grandmasters of India.

After being led back to the house by Geetha, Ye Fan asked the boy and his kind grandmother, Selva, if he would be able to stay for another two days and requested not to be disturbed during the duration of his stay.

“Wouldn't you like meals, at least?” the old woman asked. “Don't worry, I won't ask you for money. Although Geetha and I only have each other, we can still manage to feed our guests. We don't want your money, young man.” Thinking that Ye Fan was reluctant to spend money, she quickly reassured him with a smile.

Ye Fan was a little dumbfounded as he meant literally what he just asked and merely did not wish to be disturbed.

In the end, he resorted to providing them with the excuse of having a bad stomach and was under his doctor's orders to fast for two days.

Obliging her guest's wishes at last, Selva made up an empty room for Ye Fan.

He did not leave the room at all the next two days.

Selva and her grandson were startled to discover gusts of cold wind swirling around their little cottage before dismissing it as an anomaly of the weather.

Little did they know that the gusts were the power of the heavens and the earth pouring into Ye Fan's body.

Two days later, Geetha and Selva were in the yard sorting out the neatly packaged herbs.

“Be careful, boy,” she cautioned him while wearing a wide smile on her face. “These are all the medicinal herbs the important man asked for. After delivering this final batch, we will finally receive the money.”

Over the past month, the pair had made frequent excursions into the mountains in search of medicinal herbs for the monetary promise it held.

However, the King of India had decreed that payment for the harvest would be made upon the delivery of the final batch in the name of reducing the workload of his collectors.

As a result, Geetha and Selva sent several batches of herbs over the course of the entire month without receiving any compensation.

As the last delivery was to be made that day, the pair were naturally in high spirits to receive the long-overdue remuneration for their efforts.

As she was speaking, the collectors of the herbs arrived.

With a respectful bow, Geetha and Selva handed them the medicinal herbs that had been sun-dried and carefully wrapped.