Chapter 9: White Pill

Under the moonlit willow, Li Chejing abruptly opened his eyes, turning to Li Mutian who sat beside him.

The old man was reading the “Reception Technique” recorded on a cloth while sipping on a cup of tea.

“Father, I’ve spent the past two months memorizing the technique. Today is the first day of summer and one of the eight solar terms. I think I’m ready to give it a try,” Li Chejing said.

“Go ahead, then,” Li Mutian encouraged, his voice calm and...