"What do you wish to attain from Wei? Why, if you desire it, I will give it to you without hesitation?" Li Er asked.
"If I had known it was a Dan Shi, I could have refined the Dan Shi, regardless of the children. What do you think, young Li?"
"It can be said that the elderly gentleman is very enlightened," Li Zhi told his father, "I need all of your Danzheng and divine stones, and then impart you with the teachings of Dan Shi for 10,000 stones. Without the consent of the young gentleman, preach to none else; we must swear by the Daoist heart of the elderly. What say you? This pit must be a Zhang pit, and if not you, then who else is the hero?"
The elder Li silently vowed in his heart that he would not divulge his alchemical knowledge to others. With a solemn oath, the elderly man pointed a finger at young Li's eyebrows.
In Zhao's sister's heart, a strange figure emerged—Li Dangwei's brother, naturally not the master Li Shidi.
