"Please, get up."
Chi Qinghu could not kneel anyway, so he could only straighten up. He knew that someone as accomplished as Mr. Yi could be moved only by a righteous cause or an opportunity to transcend the mortal world.
Thus, Chi Qinghu appealed to both emotion and reason, flattering Yi Shuyuan while bringing up the Zhao Household's affairs. After all, what sorcerer did not yearn for the path of immortality?
"Mr. Yi, we are like drought-stricken fields awaiting sweet rain, just like the ‘Awaiting Heaven’s Rain’ Stoneborn is writing. Heavy rain follows startling thunder, the earth brims with life anew, and fruit naturally follows. If you are willing to act, and the Zhao Household truly has an Immortal Book, you deserve it far more than Han Shiyong!"
Yi Shuyuan smiled at this. Shaking his head, he looked at Chi Qinghu and said,
"Hero Chi, if that were so, what difference would there be between me, Yi Shuyuan, and Han Shiyong?"
Chi Qinghu froze briefly. Even people of the Rivers and Lakes could not help feeling curious and covetous when they heard about the Zhao Household's Immortal Book, their imaginations running wild. Mr. Yi was an accomplished sorcerer, perhaps even Han Shiyong's equal. How could he possibly remain unmoved?
Perhaps it was Chi Qinghu's speech, or perhaps his earlier fanning had already swept away all the heat in his heart. Either way, Yi Shuyuan's mind had now returned to calm.
Rather than look at Chi Qinghu, Yi Shuyuan rose and went over to Stoneborn.
Stoneborn always felt at ease beside his master, except when his lessons were being checked. Then he grew nervous, and this time was no exception.
"Master, why don't you finish talking to Hero Chi before checking my work..."
"I see you can't keep writing. Let's stop