He Shenglai took the seat of honor, and the Yang Family cultivators rose to bow and greet him.
"Greetings, Lord He."
"No need for formalities. Sit."
He Shenglai motioned for everyone to sit, then began discussing the follow-up handling of the Sanglu Valley matter, incidentally going over the merits and faults of everyone present.
The others were fine, but Tian Yu listened at the side with sweat pouring down his face. From beginning to end, he felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles, as if a sword hung over his head.
"Tian Yu!"
"Y-Yes! This subordinate is here!"
At last hearing He Shenglai call his name, he hurriedly responded.
"Hand it over."
"Uh..."
Tian Yu was somewhat bewildered and cautiously asked, "Lord He, what thing?"
He Shenglai said impatiently, "The Marrow Cleansing Pill! What other valuable thing could that fool body of yours possibly have!"
"Oh, oh!"
Tian Yu hurriedly took out the Marrow Cleansing Pill and handed it to He Shenglai. The latter did not accept it, instead flicking a finger. The small box containing the pill landed in Elder Yu's hands.
"Tian Yu nearly committed a grave error this time. Fortunately, your family provided timely aid, so I will compensate your family with this on his behalf. Take it."
"Many thanks, Lord He!" Elder Yu rose and thanked him.
He Shenglai nodded, then suddenly turned to Yang Lingrui. After sizing him up from head to toe, appreciation appeared in his eyes.
"With that spiritual liquid assisting you, stop taking so many low-quality pills. The more external aids you use, the heavier your bottlenecks will become later, and the harder it will be to break through."
He took out a document from his pocket and continued, "You look like a promising talent. I have a letter