Feng Qingqing, however, dared not underestimate him or dismiss him as merely a kind-hearted old man. Anyone who had climbed to the position Elder Master Qi held today had surely clawed their way up through a sea of blood and corpses. The demeanor he projected was merely the one he chose to show the world. Of this, she was well aware.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, both parties sat down. Though she did not feel particularly intimidated, she knew she had to remain focused and give this her full attention. Fortunately, the two children were kept occupied: Aunt Gu provided them with snacks, and Feng Qingqing pulled two comic books from her small carry-on bag. With that, the two little ones were able to sit quietly to the side, absorbed in their reading.
"Qingqing, may I call you that? My old bones are failing me," the Elder Master said, his tone sounding genuinely sincere. He was a man of vast experience, and from his own physical recovery, he understood the true value of the medicinal tea this young woman had provided. In his view, even in a place like Beijing, such a high-quality concoction was rare. As he continued to drink it, his body’s condition improved significantly, and his gratitude—along with his desperation—deepened. Thinking of his family’s recent circumstances, he had decided to summon her here, hoping to use this miracle remedy to resolve their urgent crisis.
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