Leaving whenever he wished, Li Xiangyi thought for a moment and then walked over to He Rui's courtyard.
After a few days of convalescence and nourishing food, He Rui was no longer as weak. Seeing his master approach, the young boy straightened up and bowed respectfully.
Li Xiangyi patted the shoulder of the twelve-year-old boy, a complex look in his eyes. The usually formidable Sigu Sect Master found himself temporarily at a loss for words.
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