Seeing hesitation appear on Fu Zhiwen's face, Xiao Hua immediately flipped his hand over, took out a jade bottle, and handed it to Fu Zhiwen with a smile. "Little Friend Fu, this is a Rejuvenation Pill, a spiritual pill of our Daoist school. Take it back and have your wife consume it—it will work wonders."
Looking at the jade bottle, Fu Zhiwen's mouth felt dry. He did not know whether to accept it or not, and said bitterly, "Senior Xiao, this junior has certain difficulties. My Fu Family may be a Confucian cultivator family, but because this junior practices Daoist arts, and because of my wife, I have already moved out of the Lineage... Otherwise, I would not be so poor as to lack even fifty high-grade Qi Stones..."
"Hehe, Little Friend Fu, there is no need to say more!" Xiao Hua stuffed the jade bottle into Fu Zhiwen's hand and waved him off. "At last night's auction, this old man already said that our meeting was fate. Today, you stood forth once again, which made this old man feel even more affinity toward you. This Rejuvenation Pill is merely a small token of this old man's regard, so accept it! Also, if you need any pills or spiritual herbs in your Daoist cultivation, just tell me. You can be considered half a Daoist disciple of mine. If this old man does not help you, whom should I help?"
Fu Zhiwen's expression eased somewhat. Smiling apologetically, he said, "This junior's cultivation technique is not wholly a pure Daoist art, so I have no immediate use for pills or spiritual herbs. If this junior needs them later, I will naturally ask Senior for them! Senior is a disciple of our Daoist school. If this junior does not ask Senior, whom else