"After this matter is settled, I will gradually let go of family affairs. Handle them as you see fit."
...
Jade Court Mountain.
Li Ximing sat cross-legged, the True Yuan of the Golden Hall Bright Yuan Art flowed within, rendering the dark chamber aglow with radiant light, all gold and red.
He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a wisp of golden qi.
Perhaps he doubted the Divine Skills of "Elder by the Stream," for the elders' punishment was so mild it was hard to believe—only forbidden to leave, everything else unchanged, elixirs and provisions continued, and no longer was he troubled with family matters.
He was confined in this isolated small courtyard, every resource at his call, with Li Xijun occasionally coming to visit him.
Li Ximing felt as if he'd set down a burden of a thousand catties, incomparably at ease; his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he felt relieved:
"This is for the best."
