Li Banfeng brought Little Genzi with him to the Lu Family Bookstore.
Boss Lu set up a copper pot and bought freshly sliced mutton, cabbage, and tofu from a restaurant. The three of them gathered around the pot.
Little Genzi did not much feel like eating. He first drank two bowls of white liquor, then, red-faced, said to Li Banfeng, "Seventh Master, to tell you the truth, before the fight started, I had no confidence at all. That was a sect patriarch, someone on the same level as my master. If she so much as looked at me, I figured I'd be dead.
"But once I grabbed my gear and rushed to the front, I didn't know why, but I stopped being so scared. A fight was just a fight.
"I've fought so many battles with Seventh Master. I've never chickened out!
"And when I dumped that ladle of golden liquid over the Demon Cultivator patriarch's head, I wasn't scared at all. I realized these patriarchs were people too.
"They knew pain when hit, and they knew discomfort when drenched in liquid."
"Brother, well done!" Li Banfeng praised him. He picked up a piece of mutton, looked at the sesame paste in his bowl, and fell into thought.
Why did this kid have to mention golden liquid at a time like this? He really had no sense.
Boss Lu smiled. "After this battle, I have gained some confidence as well. Those seniors are still made of the same stuff they were back then. Holding Ink Fragrance Shop should not be too difficult.
"But I'll still say what I said before, Seventh Master. Guarding against thieves for a thousand days is not the proper path. Ink Fragrance Shop should still have a Local Earth God."
Li Banfeng stayed silent. Boss Lu's