Chapter 490: Cry (I)
The burly man in front of Li Qinghong was momentarily stunned before recalling his purpose. Realizing the tough stance she had taken, he could only humble himself and soften his tone.
"I was indeed rude and offensive before… I wish only for a Wanglin Blossom! Please help me, fellow Daoist!"
Seeing him relent, Li Qinghong pulled a jade box from her storage pouch and replied kindly, "Saving lives is important. You can take it first."
The burly man's face lit up instantly with joy. Without pausing to express his gratitude or discuss any rewards, he nodded vigorously and took the flower, then dashed away like the wind.
Once he was gone, Li Qinghong lowered her spear and descended to the ground. Purple lightning flickered all around her, and below, Li Xicheng beamed with joy.
"Congratulations, Auntie!" he exclaimed, beaming.
She chuckled softly, ruffling Li Xicheng's hair.
"When I entered seclusion on the mountain, you were still a boy who dropped his spear because of thunder… Now, in the blink of an eye, you're already thirty years old. I can hardly recognize you!"
Li Xicheng also chuckled and could barely contain his happiness.