"He gave you the cultivation technique he practiced, so you must have paid a steep price," Li Lingxiu said, eyes wide.
"No," Zhao Meiying relayed what Su Heng had told her that day to Li Lingxiu.
"Whack!" Li Lingxiu suddenly stood up from his chair, pacing back and forth with his head bowed. Finally, he remarked with emotion, "That is truly the demeanor of a grandmaster."
"Did you really carry it on you?"
"Yes!" Zhao Meiying nodded, handing over the two scrolls Su Heng had personally made to Li Lingxiu.
Li Lingxiu vigorously rubbed his robe before solemnly and seriously taking them and hanging them on the wall nearby to unfurl them.
With just one glance, he was deeply attracted by the content and the artistic conception depicted in the scrolls.
He seemed frozen in place, motionless.
"Commander, commander!" Seeing Li Lingxiu's state, Zhao Meiying immediately felt a headache coming on. She had even promised to help Su Heng secure as much compensation as possible.
