Qi Dao walked in, flipped his hand, and took an exquisitely crafted sandalwood box, no bigger than his palm, from the Deep Blue Ring. He set it on Headmaster Hans's desk.
"What's this now?"
"Didn't I tell you not to bring me gifts?" Headmaster Hans asked, pretending to be angry.
The last time Qi Dao had visited, he had given Hans a full hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins to renovate the academy.
Now, Notting Academy had doubled in area alone, and new teaching buildings and dormitories had been built.
Although each dorm room was smaller, the students had gone from sharing a room with fifty people to sharing one with just one other person.
Qi Dao knew that with fifty people in a dorm room, even disciplined students would struggle to settle down and cultivate.
That was why he had told Headmaster Hans not to scrimp, but to spend the money where it was needed.
The faculty and staff had also received substantial raises.
Qi Dao was no great philanthropist, but this was his alma mater. Hans had helped him, and many teachers had guided him along the way.
Now that he had achieved a little success, he naturally wouldn't forget to give back to the academy.
It was precisely because Qi Dao had helped so much last time that Hans had told him not to bring any more gifts.
After all, Soul Masters had plenty of expenses of their own.
Qi Dao waved a hand. "Headmaster Hans, it's just a little Soul-Calming Incense to help you relax and sleep. It barely cost anything. Please take it."
"Really?" Hans asked.
"Of course!" Qi Dao said with a smile.
Only then did Hans put the wooden box away, satisfied.
Qi Dao smiled faintly at the sight.
Of the three liang of