When Xiao Hua heard this, he deeply regretted it, his face turning ashen. He cupped his hands and said, "This junior is merely a little Rogue Cultivator with an excess of conscience! This junior has disturbed you."
As he spoke, Xiao Hua did not dare delay. He turned and was about to leave the shop.
"You... you really gave him the pill?" The old man was clearly stunned as well. His body drifted through the air as he flew out from behind the counter and blocked Xiao Hua's path. "You are only a minor Rogue Cultivator. Every pill is hard-won for you. How could you so casually give one to a mortal boy you have never met?"
"Senior, please move aside. This junior must hurry and retrieve the pill, lest a grave mistake be made!" Xiao Hua said anxiously.
"No rush. That boy Fan lives in West City, a day's journey from here. If he is returning home, it will be tomorrow morning. You can find him tonight and get it back." The old man's expression had softened greatly.
"Oh, so that's how it is!" Xiao Hua let out a breath of relief. Looking at the old man, he said, "Though we are cultivators, we were also raised by our parents. Putting oneself in another's shoes, if this junior's parents were ill, so long as there was the slightest hope, this junior would strive for it. What Fan Yueguan did... is what this junior would have done as well!"
"Excellent!" The old man clapped his hands. "Who would have thought that even Rogue Cultivators had extraordinary people like Fellow Daoist? This is truly the first time I have seen one! If other Rogue Cultivators had even half of Fellow Daoist's kindness, this poor Daoist would not be deceived so often!"