It was New Year's Eve, a time for family reunion.
"Come over here. This is the New Year's money your uncle has for you."
Zhao Lin called his two nephews and one niece over, giving each of them one hundred Spirit Coins and a bottle of medicinal pills.
Zhao Jingzhi and Zhao Wan were not cultivators, so Zhao Lin gave them pills to strengthen their bodies. For Zhao Changxing, he provided a Jade Marrow Pill, which could improve the quality of one's Spiritual Root.
"Thank you, Uncle."
Zhao Jingzhi and Zhao Wan thanked him obediently.
"A Jade Marrow Pill!"
Zhao Changxing was so happy he nearly jumped for joy. Grinning from ear to ear, he said, "Uncle, when I graduate from the Spirit Dao Institute, can I come work at your shop?"
"That's a year from now. We'll talk about it then."
Zhao Lin didn't agree outright, but he began to consider it.
