There were no pleasantries about gratitude and repayment. From beginning to end, Jiang Yang had not even alerted them to his presence.
The family finished their evening meal in peace, utterly unaware that someone had been watching from overhead all along.
Jiang Yang did nothing ostentatious. Before leaving, he merely scattered flecks of spiritual light, nourishing the entire residence and quietly raising its spirit vigor.
As for gold and silver, Jiang Yang left none behind. If he casually lavished ten thousand pieces of gold on them and walked away, believing he had repaid their kindness, they would ultimately be the ones to suffer. After all, a fortune under one's roof, without the ability to guard it, was a road to disaster.
With Jiang Yang's current cultivation, even if those casually scattered flecks of spiritual light could not let them soar into the heavens or burrow beneath the earth, they still offered considerable benefits. They would subtly improve the residence, granting everyone within keen hearing and clear sight, strong bodies and freedom from illness. For a group of mortals, almost nothing could have suited them better.
This should be enough.
Jiang Yang withdrew from the residence and stood in midair once more, sweeping his spirit sense over the area three times like a sieve.
Not here...
Jiang Yang's brows sank. Even after several repeated searches, he found no trace of her.
He wondered what had become of the little beggar who had been his companion before his hurried departure all those years ago. Back then, he had been taken into the sect without even having time to say goodbye. After that parting, he looked back to find that the surroundings remained, but the people had changed.
Jiang Yang could not help sighing inwardly. He could only hope that some kindhearted person