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In the end, he could only sigh inwardly.

As expected of an aristocratic cultivation clan with centuries of inheritance. Even their gifts left no room for criticism.

Jiang Xuan said, "From now on, I truly will be cultivating outside. With someone accompanying Mother, I can rest easy... Aunt Liu, please thank the Su Household's mistress for me."

"Huh?"

Jiang Xuan's straightforward attitude instead left Liu Hui, who had prepared a bellyful of arguments, dumbfounded. She had originally thought that, given Jiang Xuan's temperament, he would refuse for quite some time.

What surprised her even more was Jiang Xuan's demeanor.

When the Daoist Academy had first opened, Jiang Xuan had always carried an inescapable unease and anxiety, as if something behind him were urging him to run. But now, there was a little more composure and steadiness between his brows. His entire bearing had changed.

Did something happen to him?

Liu Hui was puzzled, and Jiang Xuan's circumstances and state of mind truly were different now.

Before, he had been a lone disciple from the Cold Gate. Faced with others' schemes, all he could do was be careful, careful, and more careful. Nor could he casually accept things from others.

Once he accepted them, it would be difficult for him to repay them.

Moreover, Jiang Xuan had only just awakened the memories of his previous life at the time. He had discovered that the place where he lived was no longer the orderly modern society he knew, but an immortal cultivation world where the strong devoured the weak.

Though he knew that his mountain sect was righteous and renowned, the abruptly altered and unfamiliar environment, the ancient feudal system, and the pressure exerted by Song Zhou, a Daoist Academy instructor, all made Jiang Xuan feel as though he were treading on