"What a huge harvest!"
Lu Zheng looked back at Qingqi Mountain and couldn't help but sigh.
Shen Ying nodded, then shook her head, "After all, it was a great favor that saved our lives, but Brother Yi is indeed a straightforward person."
"If he wasn't this type of person, he wouldn't have become friends with Hu Yijun," Lu Zheng said.
"That's true." Shen Ying touched a jade token at her waist, a gift from Yi Qingtian when they first met. It could calm the mind and also resist spiritual attacks.
...
By now, they had bid farewell to Yi Qingtian and descended from Qingqi Mountain.
Lu Zheng had crafted nine Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords yesterday and later drank with Yi Qingtian until they were both in high spirits. This morning, Yi Qingtian insisted on giving Lu Zheng ten pounds of spirit tea and a jade token to Shen Ying.
While Lu Zheng and Shen Ying appreciated his generosity, they dared not stay longer, fearing their stay at Qingqi Mountain would become permanent.
