"Since someone wants to talk, I don't mind listening." Lu Qing tucked the brass pendant back into his chest, patted the wooden box on the table, "I'll leave all of these to you. How you handle them is up to you."
"Junior brother, you're too kind!" Yan Daoxin beamed at the sight of those rare herbs, pretending to solemnly pat Lu Qing on the back, "I promise I won't treat you unfairly in the future! I'll prepare a medicine for you that ensures you'll have a daughter if you want a daughter, or a son if you want a son!"
"You're a Daoist practitioner, and yet you're filled with such thoughts." Lu Qing looked Yan Daoxin up and down with disdain, "The name Master gave you is really a mistake."
Yan Daoxin was long immune to these words and simply grinned, turning to look at Zhu Yu, who, unlike him, showed no reaction to his teasing. She was slightly frowning, resting her chin in her hand, lost in thought.
