The next day.
After breakfast, Li Weiyi hid alone in his room, taking stock of the Silver Coin taken from the corpses and sent by the Changlin Gang. It filled an entire chest.
From last night until now, Zhao Meng had been practicing the Breathing Technique.
Every time, his junior brother stood at the front and was forced to kill and fight fiercely, while he, the senior brother, could only hide behind him. Their master had originally told him to look after his junior brother, but now his junior brother was looking after him.
Naturally, he had to work twice as hard.
More importantly, this was only temporary peace, not true security.
He had to become stronger through cultivation. Only then would the risk of exposing his true capabilities be lower.
"So this is what one hundred thousand Silver Coin looks like. Seems I need to exchange it all for Spring Coin. A thousand Spring Coin would be much easier to carry and hide."
Just as Li Weiyi was thinking this, Old Liu's voice came from outside. "Brother Li, come out quickly. Someone's here to visit... I can't understand what they're saying..."
Li Weiyi closed the money chest, stored it in the Evil Camel Bell, opened the door, and headed into the front courtyard.
Old Liu and Old Guan were repairing the courtyard wall. Outside the main gate stood a well-dressed noblewoman in her fifties, accompanied by three young and beautiful women.
All three girls were only sixteen or seventeen. Their ruqun dresses were elegantly plain; one was delicate and serene, one had lively eyes, and one held a fan before her face, looking slightly shy.
After some questioning, Li Weiyi learned that they were actually the "madam" from the neighboring Baoyue Tower and her three most popular "daughters."
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