Yu Sheng also felt fortunate.
He felt he might not suffer a bloody disaster today after all—the little doll's earlier "divination" was clearly inaccurate.
The Grand Uncle-Master Xuan Che from Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain was very friendly, probably out of consideration for his master's reputation, or perhaps because of the deterrent effect of the Ankaela incident. Either way, the other party seemed to have no intention of pursuing the grudge over being hung from a beam and beaten with a copper-headed belt back then. That truly let Yu Sheng breathe a sigh of relief.
Along with that relief, he decided it would probably be better not to ask about what happened after that "misunderstanding."
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Xuan Che finally adapted to the more or less uncanny environment inside No. 66 Wutong Road. He fumbled around somewhere on his person, then produced a rather exquisite wooden box from thin air and handed it to Yu Sheng.
"This is a small token of my master's goodwill," the handsome young man said politely. "Please don't refuse it. It's merely some ordinary local specialty from Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain."
The moment Yu Sheng saw the box the other man had taken out, his heart stirred, and he immediately grew excited with anticipation. He thought that a plot he usually only wrote about in novels had actually appeared in real life—this was a genuine gift brought by a cultivator. Although the cultivators of this world had somewhat strange styles, judging from the box's exquisite appearance, the contents certainly couldn't be bad.
He thanked Xuan Che and accepted the wooden box. Expecting some rare heavenly treasure inside, he carefully opened it, only to see a full box of beautiful, pale-purple pills lying quietly within.
Faint, flowing light could be seen across the