Changchun glanced at Wang Chen, who was wholly focused on comprehending the sword technique, then lowered his gaze back to the food box before him.
The food box was beautiful.
Its handle was purple bronze, its edges trimmed in gold, and silver-white cloud patterns were inlaid into its ebony body.
Exquisite without sacrificing grandeur.
The red character for "fortune" branded onto the side of the box easily stirred the memories of this Purple Mansion cultivator.
A trace of warmth quietly appeared in his indifferent eyes.
This was the takeout food box unique to Fumanlou in Yunhu City, capable of preserving both heat and freshness for a long time.
Back when Changchun had still been a Qi Condensation cultivator, he had often brought pastries such as Hibiscus Pastry and Peach Pastry home from Fumanlou for his wife. He was therefore intimately familiar with this box.
But his beloved had passed away, and he had never returned to Yunhu City.
That little city his wife had loved most.
Changchun did not know whether Wang Chen had done it intentionally or not, using a Fumanlou food box to hold Spirit Food as a gift in honor of his master.
But it truly touched his heart.
Changchun had quite a few disciples under him, but most of their master-disciple relationships were clearly marked with a price.
He took their spirit stones, gave them the title of direct disciple, then offered further guidance for an additional fee. Money and goods exchanged hands, simple and straightforward.
Though people criticized him as Venerable Spirit Stone because of this, Changchun did not care in the slightest.
Who said that a master had to devote himself selflessly to his disciples?
Cultivators sought great power for themselves—could he possibly expect his disciples to serve him in his old age?
Disciples