"I heard the eldest son of the Huang Family succeeded in drawing qi. Not bad."
At a secluded tea stall outside the Martial Guard's Baoqing Ward Centurion Office, a bald, muscular man said languidly.
Nie Kun, seated across from him, took a sip of tea. "It's not surprising. Huang Qian had good talent to begin with, and with a Qi-Gathering Pill to help him, succeeding in drawing qi was only to be expected. It would've been surprising if he'd failed."
The bald man shook his head. "A shame he ran into Huang Tian. Otherwise, the Huang Family would've prospered for decades thanks to him."
Nie Kun smiled. "Brother Tie spent more than ten years as a monk at Mingzhong Temple. Surely you know that every cause must bear fruit? Whether the Huang Family would prosper was already determined by the seeds Huang Xunjiu sowed while managing the family."
The bald man was none other than Tie Qi, who had been ordered to protect Huang Tian alongside Nie Kun.
He nodded slightly. "That's right. Today's fruit comes from yesterday's cause. The root of the Huang Manor's troubles now lies in how Huang Xunjiu mistreated Huang Tian and his mother in the past. If Huang Tian's birth mother hadn't died of pent-up sorrow and illness, perhaps things could still have been turned around. But now..."
He shook his head and didn't continue.
Nie Kun said cheerfully, "Come to think of it, when Huang Tian heard that Huang Qian had succeeded in drawing qi, he wasn't affected in the slightest. He carried on as usual, devoting himself to cultivation. That kind of composure is impressive."
"Even if the sky came crashing down, he wouldn't flinch. He has the makings of a strong man," Tie Qi said. "With such a temperament and his talent,