The banquet was nearing its end, and many guests had gradually left.
Jiang Li had prepared small gifts in the front hall early on, handing them one by one to the guests who attended the banquet.
Each tiny box contained an incense bag that had a soothing effect and a peace charm.
Although she had not imbued them with any spiritual power, the talisman paper could at least ensure the wearer's safety and smoothness for seven days.
These guests were either rich or noble, and even the rarest gifts seldom elicited unusual expressions from them.
Yet, it was precisely such warm and unique small gifts that made them beam broadly, heaping praise on Jiang Li's thoughtful gesture.
When it was Daoist Xu Mei's turn, Jiang Li paused her hand movements, picked up a gift box from the end of the table, and handed it to him.
"Daoist, you're welcome to visit often."
Daoist Xu Mei nodded slightly as a polite gesture and immediately opened the small box as he stepped out of the door.
