"Elder Ju, put away these jade bottles and jade boxes first, lest the medicinal properties of the herb plant tissues inside dissipate and lose their vitality."
Ye Qifeng wore a faint smile as he pointed at the jade bottles and boxes piled on the stone table, gently offering a reminder.
"Thank you, Holy Son!"
Yue Guan came back to his senses. Facing Ye Qifeng, he placed his right fist against his left chest and bowed deeply, his peach blossom eyes brimming with gratitude.
"Elder Ju, there is no need to thank me."
Ye Qifeng lightly waved his hand and helped him up.
"These are merely a small token of my appreciation. Compared with Elder Ju's life-saving grace, they are not worth mentioning."
"If Elder Ju had not found me back then and brought me to Spirit City with my teacher, I likely would have died long ago. How could I possibly be where I am today?"
"Even if I had survived by chance, had I fallen into the hands of Evil Soul Masters, I might have been drained dry by them—or used as a sacrifice in one of their blood rituals."
"So, Elder Ju, there is no need to thank me. Just accept them."
Yue Guan's eyes flickered slightly. He seemed surprised that Ye Qifeng knew about that matter and had specifically come to give him gifts in repayment.
To be honest, rescuing Ye Qifeng back then had merely been a matter of chance, something Yue Guan had done on a whim. He himself had nearly forgotten all about it.
But as Ye Qifeng had said, besides Yue Guan himself, the one who had brought him back to Spirit City was the Holy Maiden of that time—now the Pope, Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong must have told him.
That was Yue