The other three disciples stared at Li Qingxian in surprise, unable to guess what identity he possessed to merit such respect from their master. But on second thought, they were no longer surprised—this was how their master treated even debt collectors.
Li Qingxian smiled and nodded. "Uncle Liu, we're all family. Tell them."
Liu Yitian sighed and looked at his three disciples. "Do no evil in life; in the end, good and evil shall receive their due. Back then, the old sect master was Fifth Rank, righteous enough to shake the heavens. He was the one who gave me this name. That autumn, he saw a band of villains robbing travelers and casually saved someone. Only afterward did he learn that the sickly-looking man was from a prominent family in Divine Capital. The man had originally been Sixth Rank, but his injuries had left him powerless to resist. Afterward, the two drank and talked merrily. That man said he would surely repay this debt of gratitude one day."
Liu Yitian glanced at Li Qingxian. "I'm sure you can guess it. That man was Jingqiu's father. The two sides had not been in touch for many years, and only recently reconnected. Upon hearing that our sect had suffered calamity, Li Jingqiu, righteous enough to shake the heavens, was willing to serve as a guest elder and support the Divine Bow Sect."
Li Qingxian patted Zheng Gaojue's shoulder. "This is the talented bow cultivator I picked out for you. At such a young age, he has entered Tenth Rank and can draw a powerful bow of up to five stone."
The group was moved. It was normal enough for a Tenth Rank cultivator to draw a five-stone powerful bow, but few could keep drawing and firing it without pause.
"Why aren't you