Song Baige said, "Once you return to the Divine Capital, ask around about Qiu Ye."
Li Qingxian said, "Don't worry. I'll find someone to help pull some strings. If his family is having any difficulties, I'll do what I can to help."
"If there's anything I can do, just say the word," Wang Buwu said.
Li Qingxian nodded.
After they saw Wang Buwu off, Wang Shoude and Xu Fang approached with slightly reddened eyes. Zheng Gaojue followed behind them, his face dark.
"Lord Li, thank you for looking after me these past few days. Without you, I, Wang Shoude, would never have made it this far." Wang Shoude had a bellyful of words, but in the end, he could not get them out.
Li Qingxian smiled. "Consolidate your Eighth Rank cultivation. When we next meet, I hope to see a Seventh Rank Wang Shoude."
"Yes!" Wang Shoude nodded vigorously.
Xu Fang took a white handkerchief embroidered with peonies from inside her clothes and offered it to Li Qingxian. "I didn't know what to give you. I embroidered this myself."
Without giving him a chance to refuse, she pressed it into his hand.
An unusual fragrance wafted into Li Qingxian's face. Out of habit, he sniffed deeply and realized it was not the scent of perfumed powder. He could not say what it was, but it smelled quite pleasant.
Xu Fang blushed and hurriedly looked away.
After everyone exchanged a few words, Liu Yitian left with Xu Fang and Wang Shoude.
Zheng Gaojue, who had already reached the Seventh Rank, stood blankly in place, at a loss.
"What, unhappy?" Li Qingxian asked.
"I don't know how to put it," Zheng Gaojue said.
Li Qingxian gave a cold laugh and pointed outside. "Seal your true qi and run at full speed. Run