Blood Palm Comes Knocking, the Madam Sees Me

"Sir, that's why everyone says you're a good man."

"You're so cordial even to a worthless old man. You've truly given him too much face."

They left the manor at noon and did not return until evening was nearly past.

Li Xian held a torch and led the way. Having heard the tales of hauntings, the manor guards felt a secret chill in their hearts.

The ground was frozen and the weather bitterly cold; yin energy was already dense by nature.

With nothing to do and boredom gnawing at them, they began chatting to pass the time.

"Bullying the weak does not suit my nature," Li Xian said. "If you wish to advance further on the martial path, you must first adjust your mindset. Those who bully the weak will likewise be bullied by others. Only those who strengthen themselves can truly become strong."

"Yes, yes, Master Li is right."

The guards repeatedly echoed their agreement.

Li Xian swept his gaze over them and knew none had taken his words to heart. He did not care, however, and continued leading the way. They turned onto a mountain path where the trees grew thickly, making the road especially difficult after nightfall.

Stray branches stretched overhead, blocking their way. Li Xian drew his blade and slashed them apart, scattering broken twigs across the ground.

In these times, common folk found it difficult even to gather firewood.

Starting a fire was no easy task. Even such little branches and leaves would be secretly picked up and saved by someone.

Li Xian had lived through such years himself. Thus, when he swung his blade through the branches, he did not mind leaving behind extra scraps of firewood.

"By the way, do you think ghosts really exist in this world?"

A Grade D manor guard