"My sister's a real powerhouse. She's only in her twenties, with a Fourth Rank foundation, and she'll reach Third Rank in two or three years at most. She's practically the next Martial King," Song Baige said.
Hearing Song Baige call her his sister so enthusiastically at every turn, Li Qingxian found something persistently familiar about his shamelessness. He eyed Song Baige suspiciously and said, "I think you're showing something off."
"You only just noticed? Heh, once my sister rises to Third Rank, counting my father and great-uncle, our Song Family will have three Upper Rank cultivators. Then I, Song Baige, will count as the scion of a great house." Song Baige's face brimmed with anticipation.
"Such ambition! I'm heading back. I still need to consolidate my Eighth Rank cultivation."
"True, I need to go back and consolidate my Seventh Rank cultivation too. These last few days of wine, women, and revelry have really worn me out..." Song Baige looked utterly miserable.
"I really want to send you flying with a kick." Li Qingxian rolled his eyes at Song Baige, put away the Soundproofing Talisman, and stepped down from the carriage.
After he had walked a few paces, Song Baige lifted the window curtain and shouted, "Don't forget to bring two big pig's trotters tomorrow."
"Uncle Song likes them? Sure."
"They're for me."
"Then no."
"..."
Back at the Jia-Nine Office, Li Qingxian found that the Patrol Bureau had no pressing business, so he consolidated his cultivation and studied Daoist techniques and Fate Arts. Whenever he encountered questions about Daoist techniques, he consulted Jiang Youfei; whenever he failed to understand something in Fate Arts, he consulted Guo Xiang of the Black Lantern Bureau.
Toward evening, Li Qingxian received Jiang Youfei's reply. She would be coming to the Divine Capital tomorrow and