Once the holes had been patched up, the wounds on his body faded away too.
Within a few days, he actually came back again.
Li Ping'an did not particularly mind. Old Ox spent all day doing nothing but eating and sleeping anyway, so going out to fight someone could count as losing weight.
Besides, he thought Zhou Wu had good natural aptitude.
There seemed to be nothing in his eyes but the martial path.
Having Old Ox put him through his paces would be good too. It would count as nurturing a talent for the human race.
There were still no customers at the inn.
Apart from the boy who occasionally visited.
Li Ping'an took out his alchemy furnace and set it in the backyard.
The boy had nothing to do at Demon-Suppressing Pass, and his older brother kept him on a tight leash.
He did not have many friends at Demon-Suppressing Pass either, so he came to see Li Ping'an and the others.
He watched Li Ping'an refine pills together with Little Girl.
Everything about Li Ping'an's pill-refining technique struck the boy as strange.
Rather than refining pills, he looked more like... an old grandpa in the countryside tending a stove.
Li Ping'an sat on a stool, drinking tea.
Little Girl crouched beside the Alchemy Furnace, controlling the heat with a little fan.
And as for that furnace, heh...
Whenever a gust of wind blew past, the boy worried it might blow the furnace apart.
Every time he heard crackling from inside, he feared the furnace would explode.
Li Ping'an, however, remained perfectly calm, leafing through a book and drinking tea.
Looking at his calm, unhurried manner, the boy could not help secretly admiring him.
He looked at the book again. There were no words on the cover.
Presumably,