Clutching a Rejuvenation Pill, Wang Xian called out softly, "Master, you're here."
The Old Daoist entered the pavilion with snow swirling around his shoulders and glanced over the waters. Wang Xian had already risen and was slowly closing the bamboo door, waving his hand to shut the biting wind outside.
Then he added two chunks of charcoal to the brazier. The warmth rose at once, making the Old Daoist frown slightly.
Looking at him, he said, "There's no end to cultivating the Dao. Are you saying that without this brazier, you'd freeze to death on the mountain of the Kunlun Sword Sect? Where's your backbone?"
Wang Xian understood what he meant and chuckled. "This disciple needs to conserve his strength and wait for that battle to come. No rush. I only just remembered, after arriving here, that I'd forgotten something important."
As he spoke, he took out a jade bottle and picked four Rejuvenation Pills, placing them inside.
Then he handed it to the Old Daoist and said solemnly, "By a twist of fate, this batch of pills survived a heavenly tribulation. One each for Master and Martial Uncle, and the remaining two for my two senior sisters..."
The Old Daoist looked at the Rejuvenation Pills on the table, at the three faint inscription marks on each, and held one up to his lips to smell it. Then he froze.
He sighed softly and put away the jade bottle in his hand.
In silence, he watched Wang Xian put the remaining five pills into another jade bottle, tidy away the medicine cauldron, then heat water to brew tea.
Unable to hold back, he asked, "What kind of pill is this?"
"A Rejuvenation Pill!"
Wang Xian smiled. "I learned it from a teacher in the Demon Realm. Before this, I started