"Yes~" Though Han Yi was only in his teens, he understood all the ways of the marketplace along the banks of the Cold River and was exceedingly quick-witted. He knelt and shuffled forward several steps until he reached Xiao Hua's knees. Suddenly, Xiao Hua felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. It was not quite disgust. He had originally wanted to inspect Han Yi's aptitude or physique and see whether he could find a disciple for Xiangyang, but seeing how clever Han Yi was, Xiao Hua feared he might not suit his eldest senior brother's honest and steadfast nature.
"Huh? You... have actually already begun cultivating?" A thread of Xiao Hua's spiritual power entered Han Yi's meridians, and he immediately asked in surprise.
"To inform True Person Xiao," Han Yi said with a trace of pride in his eyes and a flattering smile, "my father had secretly trained me since I was young. But the path of immortality had no gate for me to enter, and no sect was willing to accept me as a disciple!"
"Then where did your first layer of Qi Cultivation come from?" Xiao Hua understood that if Han Jiang could run such a large Cold River Tower, it was impossible for him to have no backing or plans at all.
Han Yi replied again, "It was from immortal masters passing through the restaurant who offered casual guidance from time to time!"
"And where did your cultivation technique... come from?" Xiao Hua pressed.
"I do not know either. My father gave it to me!" As Han Yi spoke, he carefully took an oilcloth bundle from his robe and handed it to Xiao Hua.
Xiao Hua opened it, and his heart immediately turned sour. Inside the oilcloth bundle were more than a dozen yellowed sheets of paper,