After eating, Li Qi set out with Steward Wang.
All along the way, Steward Wang looked at Li Qi, trembling like a leaf and not daring to speak. He merely carried the things Li Qi had requested and led the way ahead.
But Li Qi had no intention of remaining silent all the way there.
"Steward Wang." He took the initiative to greet him.
"Master Li!" Steward Wang jolted, the fat on his body quivering. He wiped away a cold sweat, hurriedly stopped, and looked at Li Qi.
"I see you're sweating so much. Carrying all this must be tiring, so let me." Li Qi reached out, intending to take the basket from Steward Wang's back.
Steward Wang instinctively tried to dodge, saying, "No need, no need..."
But he was not a cultivator. How could he possibly evade him? Li Qi lightly seized the basket and slung it onto his own back, smiling as he said, "I'm strong and sturdy. Carrying a few dozen pounds is no different from carrying nothing. Why are you fighting me for it?"
"Right... right. Th-thank you, Master Li." Steward Wang forced a fawning smile, still as tense as ever.
What a joke—this was an expert even his mother acknowledged.
In Steward Wang's eyes, his mother was already a figure like an immortal, capable of foretelling the future. Yet she still called this young man, who was even younger than Steward Wang himself, "senior brother."
How could Steward Wang not be nervous?
Back then, being able to cling to him and keep him from leaving had already taken all the courage he possessed.
"By the way, Steward Wang, what is the area around that tomb like?" Li Qi asked.
At the mention of this, Steward Wang did not dare withhold anything. Knowing it concerned the