Father Li, shrewd as he was, understood the significance of the elixir, and even if it were useless, one couldn't simply let someone teach one's son martial skills without payment—especially since thirty taels of silver a month was not a substantial expense.
Thus, he promptly had someone fetch the silver and purchased ten pills in one go, spending two hundred taels of silver.
The Taoist who passed on skills chuckled as he received the silver, nodded, left the elixir behind, and turned to leave. Old Master Li hurried to see him out.
