The Li Family had always been highly efficient. Li Chenghuai had already prepared numerous spirit items and arrived with his entourage while Li Xijun walked along the edge of the island and listened to the formation masters’ explanations.0

Unlike the robe style worn by the Xiyue generation, Li Chenghuai wore the pleated garments commonly seen among esteemed family scions. His dark-blue wide sleeves were embroidered with black leaf patterns, layered inside and out with an elegant finish. A white mourning robe was draped over it, and he clasped his hands in greeting with graceful decorum.0

Li Chenghuai was not particularly handsome; as a youth, he had looked even more ordinary. Now in his thirties, his steady demeanor lent him a more agreeable presence. Having recently taken charge of the family’s affairs, he exuded youthful vigor and confidence.0

"Eighth uncle!" Li Chenghuai said, "I’ve brought all the spirit items. A...0