Some people have an imposing aura and can stabilize any situation.
Like Qi Jiu, who quelled an upheaval with just a few words.
As Jiang Ke, holding Sang Yan, passed by him, he squeezed out two stiff words, "Thank, you."
Qi Jiu smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned.
Jiang Ke returned to his room.
He was once again indebted to Qi Jiu.
Give him money?
He clearly wasn't short on money.
Give him some rare trinkets?
His mansion did have many, but alas, he brought none with him.
He had nothing to offer him.
For two consecutive days, he stayed in his room to avoid seeing him.
But he still couldn't avoid him.
He had deliberately avoided meal times, yet how did he still end up meeting him in the corridor?
"Jiang Ke, long time no see."
Qi Jiu cracked a slight smile and started a conversation, "I heard you are proficient in swordsmanship, I recently found an ancient book, could you possibly appraise it for me?"
