Yue Fuguang said, "Sit down. I won't blame you for this incident for now, but you should be more careful in the future."

As you know, I dislike meddling in other people's business and am not pleased to be disturbed by unimportant individuals.

Although she wasn't afraid of revealing that she possessed the precious medicine, perhaps He Qisha's involvement in this matter would attract more martial arts figures to her side.

But as I said before, she's afraid of trouble and doesn't want people to think she's easy to get along with!

Given her current status, she doesn't need to take a populist approach at all; keeping her distance from everyone is the best choice.

The three immediately replied, "We have remembered what you said, sir."

Luo Shendong said, "My lord, I will never repeat what happened today!"

If it happens again, she will have no face to stay by the adults' side any longer. They all know that their duty is to protect the adults' safety.

They have no right to make any decisions for her, even under the guise of doing it for her own good.

"Please invite the He family father and daughter in!"

Now that Seven Swords Manor has been handed over to her, she has no reason not to accept it.

Soon, Luo Shendong led a man and a woman in.

The middle-aged man was He Qisha. He was over 1.8 meters tall, with a broad back and thick waist, a square face and a full beard. His complexion was ruddy, and he showed no signs of having just recovered from serious injuries.

His eyes were very bright, but when he saw Yue Fuguang sitting in the main seat, he quickly lowered his eyebrows and looked very respectful.

The young woman who lagged behind him was dressed in a purple outfit. She was tall, had a beautiful face, and exuded a free and easy air as she walked.

Like her father, she glanced briefly at Yue Fuguang, who was sitting in the main seat, before quickly lowering her head. Her slightly clenched fists revealed her nervousness.

The father and daughter stopped five meters away from the moonlight, and solemnly clasped their hands in greeting, saying, "He Qisha of Seven Swords Manor and his daughter He Jin greet the Young Master!"

"He Jin greets the Junior Tutor!"

Yue Fuguang nodded lightly and said, "You two have come from afar, please sit down and let's talk!"

After thanking them, the two sat down at the bottom of the table.

[Master, He Qisha is quite lucky. Thanks to your elixir, he escaped certain death!]

He Qisha had only sat halfway down in the chair when he suddenly heard those words.

The speaker seemed to be whispering right in his ear. If He Qisha hadn't been a seasoned veteran, someone who had seen it all and possessed enough composure, he would have nearly jumped out of his chair in shock.

It's no wonder he reacted this way, because he was certain that the voice sounded right next to his ear, rather than at the normal distance where people in the room should be talking.

At his age and status, he naturally shared the same thoughts as Luo Xue back then: this voice didn't belong to anyone in the room, and he recalled Luo Xue's subtle and veiled instructions when they arrived…

He Jin instantly went on high alert, his muscles bulging beneath his tight-fitting clothes, and his relaxed hands quickly clenched into fists, ready to strike.

The father and daughter exchanged a subtle glance, and after the initial tension subsided, they carefully recalled what the voice had mentioned.

Is certain death imminent?

It was certain he would die; even the doctor shook his head, practically saying there was no hope.

He, who was waiting to die, never expected that his old friend would save him and cure him within half an hour with a small pill.

Thinking of this, He Qisha disregarded the origin and strangeness of the voice, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yue Fuguang, and said, "My daughter and I are deeply grateful for your esteemed presence and for taking the time to meet us."

I hope you will forgive me for disturbing you, sir.

Yue Fuguang remained calm and said, "Master He is too modest."

He Qisha shook his head, his face full of gratitude, and said, "My lord, you may not know this, but I was harmed by a villain a little over a month ago. I was seriously injured and my life hung by a thread."

"Thanks to Lord Meng's miraculous medicine, one dose brought me back to life; his kindness is like giving me a second chance."

He stood up, bowed, and said, "Your kindness and virtue are as heavy as a mountain. Even if I were to repay it with a handful of grass and a ring of jade, I could not do so even a fraction of it."

He looked up, his gaze fixed firmly on the moonlit light, and said, "From this day forward, whatever Your Excellency commands, I, He Qisha, and the Seven Swords Manor behind me will go through fire and water without hesitation."

He Jin also said, "Sir, saving my father's life is the same as saving He Jin and my brother's lives." She bowed solemnly and said, "He Jin is not talented, but she has some basic martial arts skills."

He Jin is willing to serve you, sir, by leading your horse and holding your whip, and is ready to obey your every command at any time.

"Master, He Jin is quite clever; she knows that your pill saved the lives of her father and two daughters."

According to the original trajectory of fate, after He Qisha was killed by He Jiuyang and Panshan, she and He Heng were hunted down by He Huan.

Although they narrowly escaped death, the two siblings, seeking revenge for their father's death, ultimately met their demise a few years later.

"Now that He Qisha is safe and sound, that kind of fate will never happen again."

That's true. I never expected that my master's unintentional act would save the entire Seven Swords Manor. They were really lucky.

However, the master certainly doesn't lack servants.

This time, the father and daughter heard it clearly; one of the voices belonged to the adult in front of them, but they clearly did not see the adult speak!

As for the guess that it was ventriloquism, He Qisha immediately denied it, since he happened to be a master of that skill.

Both father and daughter were martial arts experts. Upon meeting, they sensed that the person in front of them, though he exerted an invisible pressure on them, made it clear that the young master did not know martial arts.

Could this person really be a reincarnation of a deity, capable of doing things that ordinary people cannot?

As the father and daughter traveled, they heard many rumors about this man from the common people, each one more fantastical than any tale of gods and monsters.

The He family father and daughter couldn't help but think about supernatural things.

Yue Fuguang nodded and said, "Shen Dong has already told me about Master He's plight. Master Luo's willingness to use medicine to treat Master He is also due to the old friendship between you and her."

"I do not deserve your gratitude, father and daughter."

"No, no, no, my father and I will never forget the great kindness of the Junior Tutor in saving our lives."

Seeing that Yue Fuguang wasn't responding to his question, He Qisha got a little anxious and quickly stood up and solemnly said again, "Young Master, my Seven Swords Manor is willing to serve you as you would Luoxia Manor, and this is from the bottom of my heart."

Please, sir, do not despise us for our humble origins and unsuitability for important tasks!

He immediately knelt on one knee, declaring, "He Qisha is willing to serve you, my Lord, with the Seven Swords Manor. Heaven and earth bear witness to my loyalty. If I disobey, may I be abandoned by both gods and men!"

【Master, this He Qisha is making reckless oaths. He doesn't even know that you are a real god. If he betrays you, wouldn't he be abandoned by both gods and men?】

The little bead can chase him all the way to the underworld; let King Yama give him a good talking to!

He Qisha was startled, then overjoyed. The shrewd man instantly understood many of the key points.

Their lord's position was so revered, the strange attitude of the court and the strange sounds they heard today... all had a reasonable explanation!

Even if he were to kneel and die here today, He Qisha would still have to cling to this golden thigh.

Having already died once, he knew all too well the difference between having a powerful backer and not having one—a difference greater than that between a person and a dog.