"Chang Yu, go check if they've started fighting, and if they have, call me."

Inside the tent, Li Ziye, who had been dragged back by Bai Wangyu and the Confucian School Instructor, spoke anxiously.

On the table before him was a bowl of steaming medicinal soup, freshly prepared. He was eager to drink it but couldn't bring himself to.

"Okay." Chang Yu nodded and quickly stepped out.