Li Xiangping was a year older than Li Yesheng, but having cultivated immortality, he looked even younger. At this moment, he was carefully reading a scroll of spells, leaning back in a stone chair.
Li Yesheng and his son stood respectfully by the side, heads bowed, eyes fixed on the ground.
"Whatever arrangements Xuan'er wants for him is fine, as Old Man Xu is also a benefactor of our Li Family. There's not too much trouble for his sake."
Li Xiangping cradled the wooden slip, reading a few lines, then slowly spoke up:
"Anything else?"
"The Young Master has achieved a breakthrough, and Li Qiuyang has come to the mountain to visit."
Li Yesheng replied respectfully, head bowed. Li Xiewen, standing behind him, looked down at the shiny ground, not daring to raise his head to glance at the surrounding furnishings.
"Good."
Li Xiangping raised his eyebrows, his face carrying a hint of a smile, and asked seemingly casually:
