Even though they were quite far away, she knew that Brother Xiao Yuan's keen hearing could clearly make out what they were saying.

Li Zhiyuan did hear them, but he generally didn't like this kind of thing, although his companions had an unusual fondness for it, using it for their amusement.

The young man handed the filled-out menu to the boss and then turned to look at them:

"Let's have hotpot."

Zhao Yi also came down to join the hotpot meal, and asked with some confusion: "What about the two? Didn't they come back together?"

Yin Meng: "They went to a nightclub and will be back later."

Zhao Yi sighed and picked up a piece of ox tripe: "Sigh, they really make people worry."

Lin Shuyou asked puzzledly: "Do you still need to worry about their safety?"

Zhao Yi: "I'm worried about other people's safety."

After the meal, by Yin Meng's suggestion, they set up the mahjong table.

Li Zhiyuan, Zhao Yi, Yin Meng, and Sun Yan were the ones playing.

As they played, the two women exchanged glances, both seeing the inability to continue in each other's eyes. It was no use; with these two here, they really had no gaming experience whatsoever.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi tactfully stepped down, and Yin Meng called Lin Shuyou and Run Sheng to fill in, but they both waved their hands in refusal.

In the end, it was when the hotpot shop next door finished their evening business and was getting ready to close that the boss and a waitress joined to make up the numbers.

Li Zhiyuan first returned to his room, while Zhao Yi went into Lin Shuyou's room.

Lin Shuyou looked at him vigilantly and asked: "What are you up to?"

Zhao Yi: "I need you for a favor. Go to Chen Jing's house tonight and handle the bones of his mother that's in the bedroom wall, and the wall needs sealing as well."

Lin Shuyou: "Why don't you go?"

Zhao Yi: "Because I know you'll go, who told you to be so kind-hearted."

Lin Shuyou was a bit unhappy but went anyway.

That young man needed a new start, so it was best not to leave anything that might trigger him at this time.

After arranging Ah You, Zhao Yi returned to his room and saw Li Zhiyuan lying in bed, ready to sleep. He exclaimed:

"Seriously, you've been sleeping for three days, and you still want to sleep?"

"You eat every day and still want to eat?"

"Alright, go ahead and sleep." Zhao Yi sat down at his desk, pulled out a pen and notebook, and began to write quickly.

He had his eye on two secret techniques, one involving sacrifice and the other about red lines. He couldn't use them, but the effort of labor couldn't be just for nothing; at least he got to hear them.

He wrote and wrote late into the night, using most of the bottle's ink.

Outside, some noise could be heard, and Zhao Yi set down his pen and walked out of the room.

The Liang Sisters were just about to enter when they saw Zhao Yi standing in the hallway.

Zhao Yi: "Nothing happened, right?"

Liang Yan: "Small matter."

Liang Li: "Nothing worth mentioning."

Zhao Yi: "Speak."

Liang Yan: "We ran into three thugs intent on robbery and assault while coming out, but we didn't kill anyone."

Liang Li: "Severed their tendons and kicked their eggs to pieces."

Zhao Yi: "How many were there?"

Liang Yan: "Just three thugs."

Zhao Yi's gaze darkened.

Liang Li: "We involved ten others."

Liang Yan: "Just making it lively, we didn't cross any lines."

Zhao Yi: "You need to be mindful of your status, and also take my feelings into account."

Liang Yan: "You can take concubines."

Liang Li: "Perhaps ten concubines."

Zhao Yi: "Humph."

Liang Yan: "Are you really that mad? Seriously, we didn't do anything out of line."

Liang Li: "Is it because we mentioned eggs?"

Zhao Yi: "Do you like that kind of atmosphere? Now go back to your rooms and sleep. Tomorrow, both of you will go to mourn the spirits!"

After lecturing the sisters, Zhao Yi returned to the room and continued writing, working steadily until dawn.

Li Zhiyuan had a stable schedule and woke precisely on time. As soon as he sat up, he saw Zhao Yi at the desk, looking pale, coughing up blood into a handkerchief.

Simultaneously, the white shirt he changed into last night was stained red at the chest.

Li Zhiyuan: "Too deliberate."

Zhao Yi: "Writing this stuff consumes a lot of mental energy."

Cultivation Technique, skill, and array, among other things, are not just a simple transcription. Conveying them as much as possible in written form is indeed challenging and consumes greatly.

Zhao Yi placed a stack of notebooks on Li Zhiyuan's bed: "Help me review and revise this. After Zou Jiang ends, I, Jiujiang Zhao, can offer a Guest Elder spot."

Li Zhiyuan: "You can drop the last sentence; it's too opportunistic."

Zhao Yi: "Okay, help me with this?"

Li Zhiyuan: "You could ask Tan Wenbin to help you. I didn't agree to this."

Zhao Yi: "Hey! I'm at least an auxiliary captain; across this escapade, I've been busy all along, used both effort and blood. What now, you deny it all? In this world, it doesn't work like that; when we helped out in rural fields, no one ever skimped on a meal or wages!"

"You, rural work, field help?"

"Li, you can tease me, a young master, but I can't jest myself?"

"One-third."

"Three-fifths!"

"One-fourth."

"One-third, deal!"

Zhao Yi prepared to take away one-third, leaving the rest intact.

As Li Zhiyuan got out of bed, he said: "Leave everything."

Zhao Yi: "Wow, Li, how can you be so shameless?"

You're only revising one-third but want to check everything!

Li Zhiyuan: "You can take it all."

Zhao Yi: "Check it, check it. Writing it was meant for you to see. Let me tell you, the essence of my Jiujiang Zhao family is all here. You have to promise me, learning and viewing are fine, but don't casually spread it, otherwise my Zhao family will be in danger."

Li Zhiyuan, squeezing toothpaste, responded: "With the whole clan poised, what danger is there?"