Jiang Yuechu swept her sleeve.
The Golden Seal and nine Flying Swords turned into streaks of light and were all swept into the bag.
She tied the bag shut and casually hung it from her waist.
Jiang Yuechu gave a slight nod, her gaze settling on the old man bowing before her. "You've been thoughtful."
Seeing the girl accept the items, Lu Gexian finally felt the heart lodged in his throat sink back into his belly.
Good. She'd accepted them.
Her willingness to take the gifts meant that this bond of goodwill had been formed.
At the thought, the wrinkles on the old man's face eased, and he smiled with even greater deference and humility. "You honor me, esteemed one. They're merely a few worldly possessions. For them to catch your eye is their good fortune, and an even greater blessing for the Lu Family."
Though he said this, Lu Gexian took the opportunity, as he bowed, to study the woman before him anew.
She had pounded a Demon Emperor's Primordial Spirit to death with her bare fists.
When had such a figure ever appeared in the entire Eastern Territory?
Though he bore the title of family head, he had devoted himself to seclusion all these years. The clan elders had handled every matter, big or small, within the clan.
He knew next to nothing about this ruthless figure who had appeared out of nowhere.
He didn't know her origins... and that left him uneasy.
Lu Gexian straightened and chose his words carefully, testing the waters. "This old man has been in seclusion for many years and is rather uninformed. May I ask where you hail from, esteemed one? If the opportunity arises, the Lu Family will surely prepare a generous gift and visit you to offer our thanks."
Jiang