Chapter 427: Advancing To The Eastern Shore (I)
Written on the twenty-eighth day in the twelfth lunar month: It's snowing heavily at the lake. Enclosed with this letter are a hundred and twenty-two Spirit Stones. Everything is well at home. Your Great Granduncle Tian has fallen, slain by a devil cultivator.
In light of this, you are required to dress in mourning garb and abstain from alcohol for three months. Study hard in the sect. Focus intently on mastering immortal recipes, engaging in profound discussions, and perfecting the art of cinnabar creation. Should you find yourself in need of additional resources, do not hesitate to write home.
From Father Jiao.
Li Xizhi looked at the small pile of Spirit Stones stacked on the desk before him. He remained silent, reading the letter in his hands over and over again. After poring over it more than ten times, he held the paper tightly, lost in his thoughts.
Li Yuanjiao was never good with words—even his writing was stiff and concise, devoid of emotion. It was almost as if he was unwilling to spare an extra word for his son. Li Xizhi pursed his lips tightly as he read the letter repeatedly, blinking back his tears.
If the delivery of this letter had not been delayed by the Yuan Family, his family actually took less than a month to collect a hundred and twenty Spirit Stones. Li Xizhi dared not wonder how they managed to even achieve this feat. He carefully hid the letter in his pocket and then stepped out of the courtyard to find Yuan Tuan.
"Master, Xizhi is ready to buy the Dawn Colored Qi," he informed.
"How much more do you need?" Yuan Tuan asked softly, cradling a tabby cat in her arms.
"I have all one hundred and twenty Spirit Stones," he replied.