As night fell, the banks of the Sui River were ablaze with lights. Onboard the large ship, laughter and singing rang out, accompanied by the melodious sound of silk and bamboo instruments.
The Nine Li Tribe was highly efficient; in less than two hours, they had gathered all the cultivation resources that Yao Yin requested and sent them aboard the ship under the personal supervision of Li Songlin. Li Weiyi dismissed Yao Yin. Afterward, with only himself and Li Songlin left in the cabin, he bowed and respectfully called out, "Fourth Uncle!"
With Li Songlin's status, personally delivering the cultivation resources, he certainly had matters to discuss privately with him. During the day, there were many things he could not say face to face.
"Weiyi, I feel guilty for calling you Fourth Uncle. I had promised to take good care of your senior brothers, but unforeseen events have arisen," Li Songlin expressed, his face showing signs of distress and deep shame.
Li Weiyi's complexion suddenly changed as he asked, "What happened to my senior brother?"
"Don't worry just yet."