Li Qi ultimately did not force Beijia.
There was no need.
He soon left the North Pole and returned to Wushen Mountain.
Near Wushen Mountain, at Witch Xian's residence, Li Qi paid Witch Xian another visit.
At that moment, Witch Xian sat at the prow of a small boat, drifting down a river. Beside him stood a young girl, newly seventh rank, lively and adorable, brimming with youthful vigor.
How should he put it? This was the kind of vigor Li Qi had never possessed in his life.
According to Zhu Fengdan, Li Qi had already been steeped in the air of old age when he was eighth rank. He had not looked young in the slightest.
But this little girl was different.
Silken shoes and a gauze skirt, her soft laughter filling the wind beneath the canopy; she roamed as she pleased, fearlessly showing off her water arts beside Witch Xian. She splashed the prow wet, while the moving boat broke through shimmering waters and crushed layer upon layer of emerald clouds.
At the moment, she was circling Witch Xian and saying something, apparently begging him to agree to some request.
Li Qi took one step and landed on Witch Xian's boat.
The instant he landed, the boat jolted from the shift in weight. The little girl had been focused on the spray in her hands, and her footing slipped. With a startled cry, she tumbled overboard.
But she was seventh rank, after all. How could she fall over something so trivial? She lightly twisted her body, clouds forming beneath her feet, and gracefully flew back over. Unhappily, she said, "Who are you? You suddenly appeared without the slightest manners!"
"The matter is rather important, so please forgive me," Li Qi casually replied, then walked toward Witch Xian.
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