The moon climbed above the willow branches, and people kept their appointments at the Hall of Seeking Dao.
The sleepy old fellow wore an impatient expression on his face as he opened the door for Li Qiu, muttering under his breath: "No matter how diligent one is in cultivating the Dao, coming to the Hall of Seeking Dao in the middle of the night to disturb people's sweet dreams—what an unfilial wretch, what an unfilial wretch."
A medium-grade spirit stone, like a ray of dawn bursting through the pitch-black night, instantly made the old fellow open his eyes wide. His two shifty eyes stared intently at the spirit stone, utterly unable to look away.
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