Li Su

As Xie Qing had anticipated, someone did indeed join him for breakfast the next morning. It was none other than Li Su.

"…"

"…"

He calmly sipped his tea. The elder appeared to be a middle-aged man with graying temples. His aura was tranquil, and it was rare to catch even a trace of his Qi—he consciously restrained it. Although most devilish cultivators preferred to flaunt it.

In some ways, they were similar. For Xie Qing himself… preferred to conceal his Qi rather than display it openly.

However… hmm… the atmosphere was somewhat sour—not very cheerful.

In fact, it seemed that Elder Li Su's visit was too sudden. He had arrived at Xie Qing's residence early in the morning, stating that he was willing to become his patron. This puzzled the young man somewhat.

"I cannot read his emotions. But I cannot hope that in this place there are people who would help out of pure intentions," Xie Qing thought, calmly sipping his tea.