Liu Yumei sighed:

"What are you looking at, there's no spirit left. What's the point of looking?"

Old Tian boiled the medicine, and Li Zhiyuan carried it up.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The severe coughing could be heard from afar, even worse than before.

Several cigarettes, each had only been smoked one or two puffs, extinguished in the ashtray made from a Jianlibao can on the nightstand.

"Grandmaster, drink the medicine."

"Hmm, okay."

Li Sanjiang sat up, gulping down the medicine in one go, with some lingering desire after finishing.

The medicine was extremely bitter, just from smelling it you would know, but it brought a genuine taste experience to the current Li Sanjiang.

"Little Yuanhou, Grandmaster is fine, just sleep and sweat it out, my body is still strong."

"Yes, I know."

"Be careful when you go out, wear more clothes, avoid cold water. Wherever you go, remember to let Run Sheng and others follow, it's surely dangerous on the construction site..."

Grandmaster had a bit of a fever, his mind wasn't clear, and he kept repeating his advice like a wheel.

Li Zhiyuan sat by, quietly listening and responding actively.

It went on until midnight, Grandmaster finally fell asleep drowsily. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Li Zhiyuan refilled the tea mug with fragrant basil tea and tucked him in again.

"Little Yuanhou... be careful when you go out... be cautious..."

The sleeping Grandmaster was still murmuring in his dream, still worried about him.

Li Zhiyuan's mouth trembled slightly, then stretched, forming a smile.

Used to trading interests and scheming, in front of this elder, he could only receive but had nothing to return.

Because, even if he were gone, with Grandmaster's Luck, he would still live out his life healthy and smoothly.

Ironically, his presence brought more concerns and disturbances to Grandmaster's life.

Almost every injury or illness was related to him, he was like a calamity star.

He returned to his room and went to sleep.

That night, Li Zhiyuan had a dream.

In the dream, his bed floated on a vast dark ocean, with dense corpses below.

He had dreamed this before, it was Grandmaster's dream.

Actually, from the moment he called Grandmaster downstairs for dinner, Li Zhiyuan knew that Grandmaster's Luck had disappeared.

The Luck was transferred to him.

In other words, during the time he would be away from home, Grandmaster would be suffering from illnesses.

If he could choose, Li Zhiyuan would return the Luck to Grandmaster without hesitation.

But such Luck is something even he couldn't fully understand, let alone adjust.

Even Grandmaster himself didn't understand what it was.

One morning, turning his head, awake, there stood Alii in a red dress at the drawing table, not drawing, but organizing her backpack.

She knew exactly which pocket to place each item in, doing it carefully.

Li Zhiyuan washed up, put on the backpack, and took Alii's hand downstairs.

"Time for breakfast!"

Li Sanjiang didn't come down.

After breakfast, everyone was ready to set off, driving two cars, a small pickup and Chen Lin's sedan.

Li Zhiyuan handed the bag to Tan Wenbin, went back upstairs, needing to inform Grandmaster before departure.

Opening the door, Grandmaster seemed half-asleep, sensing drowsily.

"Little Yuanhou, I'll come down for breakfast later..."

"Grandmaster, I'm leaving."

"Oh, going so early, did you bring enough money..."

"Brought enough."

"Make sure you have enough money, better wealthy on road than poor at home."

"Rest assured, Grandmaster, I've brought plenty."

Beside the car under the yard, Zhao Yi, Tan Wenbin, and Run Sheng were all smoking.

Lin Shuyou wanted to join with a cigarette but was refused by Zhao Yi and Tan Wenbin together.

Zhao Yi flicked the ash off his cigarette, asked Tan Wenbin, "Can Mr. Li also get sick?"

Mr. Li's Luck could make the dead old Tian stand up, how could it not even protect him from illness and disaster?

Tan Wenbin didn't answer.

Run Sheng spoke, "Let's not talk about this."

Zhao Yi: "Understood."

Apparently, it's a taboo for the Li family, not involving Cultivation Technique, secret manuals, or legacy, just purely personal.

In this aspect, Zhao Yi could truly empathize, for there was an old Tian here too.

Old Tian...

Huh.

Zhao Yi extinguished the cigarette, walked to the sedan's back, opening the trunk, inside lay old Tian covered with talisman paper to block the leakage of aura, lavishly.

He intended to hitch a ride, thinking that even if discovered after going some distance, he could shamelessly follow along.

Old Tian concealed his panic with surprise, said, "Young Master, your Spiritual Sense has improved again, you actually found me?"

Zhao Yi shook his head, "I didn't even probe, just knew you'd hide here."

"Young Master, let me go with you, I can be useful now that my leg is healed..."

"No way, I've already sold you off!"

Zhao Yi reached in, dragged old Tian out of the trunk.

He used to be small and light, old Tian's back felt like the world's broadest place; now, old Tian shrank, his back hunched, seeming to have diminished.

Moments frozen in memory clashed with what was perceived in reality.

At the moment of lifting old Tian, even someone as mentally strong as Zhao Yi felt an intense sense of unreality.

"Young Master, let me go, let me go!"

Old Tian still pleaded bitterly.

Zhao Yi remained unmoved, carrying him, walking straight to Big Beard's house.