"Sir, people say you're a good man."
"Just an old man, and you're still so gentle with him; you're really giving him face."
They left the manor at noon, and by the time they returned, it was nearing evening.
Li Xian held a torch, leading the way. The nursing home staff heard rumors of ghosts and felt a hidden dread.
The weather was freezing, and the Yin Qi was already thick.
Out of boredom, they sought conversation for relief.
"Bullying the weak is not my nature," Li Xian said. "If you want to advance further in martial arts, you should adjust your mindset. Those who bully the weak will also be bullied by others; only the strong can strengthen themselves."
"Yes, yes, Li sir is right."
All the nursing home staff agreed repeatedly.
Li Xian glanced at them, knowing no one was listening. But he didn't mind and continued leading the way. Turning into a mountain path, the area was densely wooded and difficult to traverse by night.
