He reached out and took out the parchment scroll, its rough texture brushing against his fingertips.
Su Li forcibly suppressed the urge to unroll it at once and snapped the fingers of his left hand in midair.
The parchment, along with the heavy lead box, vanished directly, all of it stuffed into his twenty-seven-cubic-meter Space Ring.
This ability to hide things out of thin air made old Ford's eyes go round as saucers.
Anyone capable of such methods—the so-called Magic Forger behind Su Li—was definitely someone of immense importance.
"The banquet is still going on outside." Su Li adjusted the white tailcoat he was wearing. "Today is the young lady's big day, after all. As one of the parties involved, I can't exactly hide in the study practicing. I should at least go through the motions."
When you take someone's gift, your hand is shortened; when you eat someone's food, your mouth is softened. Su Li might have been greedy for wealth and beauty and never rose early without profit, but since he had accepted someone's out-of-print cultivation technique, he had to give them proper face.
Besides, the people outside were all prominent, high-ranking nobles.
Old Ford was extremely pleased by Su Li's tact. The two of them pulled open the heavy oak door and walked out.
The banquet hall was bustling with life.
The chandelier shone so brightly it was almost blinding.
Su Li walked down the stairs. Elena was standing beside the long table.
The moment she saw Su Li approaching, Elena pressed herself right up against him.
"I thought you were going to climb over the wall and run the moment you got the breathing technique." Elena lowered her voice and leaned close to his ear.
"I, Su Li, am a man of principle." Su Li