The first floor of the Auspicious Inn.

Su Yi followed their guests, Qiao Leng and Elder Wen, to a private room.

The fragrance of tea permeated the air.

Qiao Leng had already made their identities clear, and the gift he brought with him wasn’t stingy, either—ten stalks of tier-three spiritual medicine and a hundred second-tier spirit stones.

Su Yi sat leisurely and glanced at the stack of gift boxes laid across the table. “You can take your gifts back; I didn’t do it for your sake.”

“This is just a token of our Yu Family’s sincerity,” said Qiao Leng hurriedly. “Please, don’t refuse. No matter what, it’s thanks to you that we left the canyon alive tonight.”

“Do you have any other business with me?” asked Su Yi flatly.

“That….” Qiao Leng hesitated.

Elder Wen had sat there in silence all this time. His fingers drummed gently against the tabletop, and he said coldly, “Young man, since you’ve accepted our gifts, going forward, you should remember your place. You were only acting on orders, just as we are, so we’ll let this incident go. However, if it happens again, don’t blame our Yu Family for its poor manners.”

His tone was peaceable, but it carried a hint of chastisement.

Su...