Both Zhao Er and Zhao Xiaohu knew why Zhao Cai had Zhao Xiaohu practice the "Ginseng Spirit Art," and they knew the price he would have to pay after becoming a martial artist.
But Zhao Er still hoped Zhao Cai would not exploit Zhao Xiaohu so ruthlessly.
Zhao Er knew that if he had said this as a Blood Condensation martial artist, the other man certainly would not have taken it seriously. But now he was a Bone Tempering Realm martial artist, and an exceptionally young one at that. Zhao Er believed Zhao Cai could understand the meaning behind his words.
"You broke through to the Bone Tempering Realm a month ago?"
Hearing Zhao Er's answer, Zhao Cai was genuinely startled. Sweat even began to bead on his forehead, and his rear lifted off the stone stool as he nearly sprang to his feet.
"Uh... rest assured, Master Zhao, I certainly won't go too far... oh, look at me! I left the gifts I prepared on the carriage and forgot to bring them down. You two chat first. I'll go get them."
Once his surprise passed, Zhao Cai took the opportunity to stand, forced a smile onto his face, and headed toward the carriage outside the courtyard.
When he reached the carriage, Zhao Cai first took out the tea and pastries he had originally prepared. Then, with a pang of reluctance, he pulled a bottle of pills from inside his robe and placed it on top.
Only after doing all this did Zhao Cai return to the courtyard, smiling broadly with the gifts in his arms.
"Second Brother, you're incredible! I thought I could catch up to you, but I've only just become a martial artist, and you're already in the Bone Tempering Realm."
As he returned to the courtyard,