Yan Qingwan's voice remained gentle, though this time lacking the usual unintentional sense of superiority felt by those in higher positions towards those below.
Li Ji'an slightly cupped his hands: "Thank you, Miss. I just wish to remain within the clan."
Hearing this, Yan Qingwan's smile grew wider, nodding in approval: "Granting favors with no expectation of return, hiding accomplishments without resentment, you're very good!
However, that was something I had promised earlier. You've saved my life this time; I must repay you. Boldly, I say I'm backing you up!"
"In that case... I wish to secure stability for my descendants," Li Ji'an probed.
"Good! I promise you!" Yan Qingwan was even happier upon hearing this.
"To be honest, before you answered, I was already planning to have a good contest with the clan's uncles. After all, your Spirit Root is poor, you're getting older, and there seems to be no potential on the path of Cultivation.
