Outside the bell tower, Hall Master Xu and a middle-aged man in grey were waiting.
It was still that Steward Xu of the Li Family.
This time, Hall Master Xu directly brought him up.
Given the precedent, there was no need to report once more.
As the Vice Hall Master of the Chores Hall, although he was unaware of the situation of the Li Family, he had profound expertise in social etiquette.
Suddenly, he saw a figure approaching, and his originally straight body immediately bent slightly.
He hurriedly greeted with respectful tone.
"Senior Brother Li."
Li Qian nodded.
Hall Master Xu prudently stepped aside, also giving Liu Ming, who followed behind Li Qian, a meaningful glance.
Liu Ming was initially taken aback, but he was not a fool, he quickly caught on and hurriedly followed, walking to the side with Hall Master Xu.
"Young Master."
Steward Xu hastily stepped forward and was about to kneel for a greeting.
Li Qian waved his hand lightly, and invisible True Qi lifted him up, "Come in with me."
Saying that, Li Qian entered the bell tower.
Steward Xu hurriedly followed with careful steps, feeling greatly relieved.
The fact that the young master allowed him inside this time meant that his resentment towards the old master must have significantly subsided.
Inside the bell tower.
"How is he now?"
Li Qian sat down.
Standing, Steward Xu knew whom the young master was asking about, and bent slightly as he replied, "Young Master, the old master is in good health... He even went to the lady’s grave to pay his respects recently... he just misses you a lot, Young Master."
His statement, seemingly ordinary, was in fact deeply meaningful.
Li Qian understood very well.
In the memories of his former life, besides hating his father, despising his stepmother... there was also the longing for his mother.
Since he was only five or six years old when his mother passed away, his memories of his mother were very warm... and at that time, his father was very kind to him.
After his mother passed away, and with the stepmother’s presence, his impression of his father became that of strictness, always putting on a stern face to lecture...
"Perhaps, it’s time to find an opportunity to return and pay respect."
Li Qian thought silently to himself.
He had come to understand; now that he was reincarnated into this body, he had inherited the karma of its previous life, there was no need to completely dissociate; treating it with neutrality was sufficient.
He got up and took a small paper note after receiving the wooden box from Steward Xu, placed it inside after removing a stack of banknotes, then after putting two small bottles of elixir inside and closing it, he handed it to Steward Xu.
"Steward Xu, take this back with you."
Li Qian said.
Those two small elixir bottles contained Qi Blood Pill and Mind Nurturing Pill.
Even though ordinary people could not directly consume them... scraping some powder to drink with water was still possible without issues.
The Qi Blood Pill would replenish Qi and blood, strengthening the physique.
The Mind Nurturing Pill would nurture the spirit and regulate thoughts.
Such elixirs, seemingly common in the Divine Sword Sect, were actually anything but ordinary; outside, they were extremely precious and hard to come by.
After all, they were refined by a great martial arts sect like the Divine Sword Sect, specifically for martial artists’ cultivation. Even for Innate Martial Artists, these were the standard pills.
There were higher-grade elixirs.
But they were not as practical.
And their production was low, not suitable for regular cultivation consumption.
"Yes, Young Master."
Steward Xu took the small wooden box, carefully placing it into a pouch he carried with him.
"Remember, do not give it to that woman."
Li Qian suddenly reminded.
Shuddering inside, Steward Xu quickly replied with respect, "Please rest assured, Young Master, this old servant will remember."
.....
After Steward Xu descended the mountain with Hall Master Xu, Li Qian picked up a book and sat in the bell tower, reading under the warm sunlight.
Liu Ming was practicing the Sword Stabbing Fist below.
With just a glance, Li Qian could spot many problems with his fist technique.
But Li Qian had no intention of offering guidance.
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