A cultivator stepped into the room and placed a gift box on the table. He then said, “Young Master Hsu Du had accidentally injured you, and he feels terribly remorseful about it, Junior Nephew Wei. He had specially sent one hundred taels of immortal silver as an apology.”1

Zhang Sheng’s face darkened, but a familiar voice came from outside before he could explode, “Wei Yuan! I heard you got stabbed?”0

Her voice always preceded herself, and her mouth always touched a sore spot before it did anything else. It was, of course, his Big Senior Sister.0

Ji Liuli entered the sick ward like a storm. When she saw Zhang Sheng, her eyes lit up in an imperceptible fashion before returning to normal. Then, she picked up the gift box and gave it a little lift. “A hundred taels of immortal silver! That’s too much! Tell your young master that our Wei Yuan isn’t worth this much. Next time, a tael or two is enough to convey his apology.”2

The cultivator’s attitude changed dramatically. While wearing an obsequious smile on his face, he said, “Big Senior Sister Ji, my young master has always treated you with respect, hasn’t he? Besides, this matter has nothing to do with you…”0

Ji Liuli...0