Chapter 821: The Northern Line (II)
An Siwei obeyed, and the two rode the wind down, swiftly passing over rows of orderly buildings under the chill of late winter. A trail of scattered lights led them to a small house in town, where they stopped.
The house was far from luxurious; it was just a simple dwelling. The roof tiles were blackened, some even cracked and unrepaired.
Li Ximing had been delayed for quite some time, and it was already deep into the night. The couple had gone to the bedroom. He stood atop the roof, staring at a particular crack, and didn’t move.
With the enhanced hearing of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, he could hear everything clearly from the rooftop, including his daughter-in-law’s voice.
"Now that we have someone to rely on, Ming’er’s future cultivation path will surely be smoother."
Li Ximing slightly lifted his chin at those words.
"Exactly!" Li Chengzhen’s tone was no longer soft or submissive. There was a trace of pride in his voice as he spoke craftily, "Besides... Father has no one close to him. The north keeps calling for reinforcements, and I heard we just lost again. Surely, another round of conscription is coming.
"Alchemists are known to be poor at combat, right? Think about it... if we get lucky and something happens to him in the north, all his possessions will go to Zhouming. No need to split it further!"
The woman beside him suddenly gasped in realization, "Husband... what brilliant thinking! The estate of a Foundation Establishment Realm alchemist, who knows how many elixirs and pills he’s got... Maybe even Foundation Establishment Realm dharma artifacts..."