This pot of blue crystal celestial nectar could boost one's foundation, making it quite precious indeed, and Li Qingyun estimated its value to be no less than a million spiritual seeds.
Yet he did not mention this explicitly to Li Xuanji.
This was his future self's own fortuitous encounter, and everything had its own set destiny.
The river winds whistled as Li Xuanji steadied her mind and walked outside, practicing through the night with her Dao- attainment rising steadily.
By the time the first light of dawn appeared, she had already condensed a divine body towering several million zhang tall, quite eye-catching.
Looking back at the reed house by the river, it appeared as tiny as a melon.
The commotion he made throughout the night naturally fell into the eyes of interested parties within the Golden Pattern Clan.
A glance from afar allowed everyone to know that the former brother-in-law, "He Fan Liu," was borrowing the Golden Pattern Clan's territory to re-verify his Haotian position.
With the Third Sister's orders relayed throughout the upper and lower ranks of the Golden Pattern Clan, naturally no one dared to disturb him.
Yet privately, the disciples of the Golden Pattern Clan offered mixed reviews:
"Third Aunt is far too generous; they say she sent a pot of Sky Blue Marrow last night—good stuff like that is something even we don't get to enjoy!"
"I just fear Third Aunt's bamboo basket will scoop up water in vain; that He Fan Liu may have changed his skin, but he can't change his nature, and sooner or later he'll stir up trouble again!"
"That former brother-in-law, the sheer thickness of his face is truly something else..."
Inside the tower-shaped reed house at the center of the fief, a graceful figure in blue sat cross-legged with serene