Han Li observed the manner in which Mo Caichan was acting and realized that now was not the time to inquire about the details. Thus, Mo Caichan led him to a small shop on the adjacent street, stopping there. "Here?" Han Li was slightly surprised, looking at Mo Caichan with an inquisitive gaze. "Yes, this is exactly it! My mother and I have been running a small sideline business—just hoping to earn a few spiritual stones so we can buy some pills to help manage her illness." Mo Caichan blushed slightly, speaking with a touch of embarrassment. Then she stepped in first. Han Li smiled gently, saying nothing, and followed her inside. "Mother, look, who have I brought?" As soon as Han Li stepped into the shop, he heard Mo Caichan's enthusiastic, almost presenting tone. Soon, another voice, familiar to him though a bit more weathered, came from behind. "Who else could it be? Since your uncle Zhu passed away, it's only Xiang Lian aunt from next door who has come to visit us!" Indeed, that voice was exactly that of Yan Shi—though now much more hoarse than before. "No, it's Brother Yan who came! I met Brother Yan inside the fortress!" Mo Caihuan exclaimed excitedly. "Brother Yan? Didn't your other uncles and aunts pass away years ago? Are you not quite yourself, child?" Yan clearly grew concerned. Yet it was clearly beyond the strength of the ailing woman to accomplish this. Only having straightened halfway, she collapsed once more. Seeing this, Mo Caikuan quickly reached out to steady her. "Are you Han Li?" After struggling to catch her breath, Yin Shi was no less astonished than Mo Caikuan, though beneath her surprise, a subtle glimmer of hope and anticipation shone through. Han Li naturally understood what was going through her mind, but after a brief hesitation, he took a few steps forward and bowed slightly. "Good morning, Mistress Yin!" "Are you still willing to call me your mistress? Have you forgotten the events from those days?" Yin Shi's face brightened at hearing Han Li refer to her as "Mistress Yin," yet she still found it hard to believe. "As for the events of those days, I may not be able to fully clarify who was right and who was wrong between me and Mo Shi, but the master-student relationship between Mo Shi and myself is genuine and well-established. Therefore, I shall certainly continue to call you my mistress." Han Li spoke calmly. "As for the matter of the elixir later on, let alone that—aren't I standing right here, perfectly fine?" Han Li said with little concern. Indeed, as a Foundation Stage cultivator now, he naturally had no need to hold a grudge against a few ordinary people or the various interests of the several senior wives of the Yan family—those matters had long since faded from his mind. "Yes, with your talents, you must surely be doing very well in the cultivation world, don't you think? Unlike me and your senior wives, who have all ended up in such desperate straits... cough..." Just as Yan said this, her face suddenly turned crimson, and she began coughing violently. "Mother, are you all right? Brother..." Mo Caihuan grew alarmed, quickly patting her mother's chest, her gaze fixed on Han Li with a pleading expression. "I'll check on her!" Han Li could no longer bear the sorrowful look in Mo Caihuan's eyes. He sighed softly and reached out, gently grasping the pulse at the base of Yan's wrist. But a moment later, he composed himself and said, "Nothing serious. It's just the old injuries from back then flaring up, compounded by the fact that I haven't rested well over the past few years—having been overworked and mentally exhausted." "Will it be easy to treat?" asked Mo Caihuan, showing concern. "Rest assured," said Han Li, offering reassurance. "Back when I was in my twenties, I used to find these old injuries quite challenging. But now, they're nothing at all!" He then produced a box of needles from his storage pouch and performed a series of acupuncture treatments on Yan Shi, instantly calming her cough. "Simply take one pill daily. Within a few weeks, the condition will be completely cured," said Han Li, producing a small bottle and handing it to Yan Shi with confidence. Yan Shi now felt completely at ease, as if all the ailments that had plagued her for years had finally vanished. She looked younger than she had in years, as though rejuvenated. Holding the bottle, she felt a surge of emotion, yet didn't know what words to use. "Han Li..." But Han Li's words cut off the gratitude that Lady Yan had just begun to express. "Now, could you please tell me exactly what happened back then, and how you and your party ended up at Yanling Pavilion?" Han Li still wanted to understand the full story. The strength of the Five-Colored Gate far exceeded what was visibly apparent, defeating the Jingjiao Assembly in a single battle. Subsequently, the Jingjiao Assembly was completely uprooted, and the Mo Court faced strong resistance from a large number of elite fighters from the opposing side. Forced to break through, the women had to make a desperate escape, during which Lady Li, the Second Consort, and Lady Wang, the Fifth Consort, perished. The others, once they broke free from the encirclement, immediately scattered to seek safety. And as the beauty of Mo Caihuan grew more vibrant and captivating, to avoid any potential complications, Yan Zhu simply announced publicly that Mo Caihuan, though a widow, was actually someone considered unlucky—she had already married outside and only entered the estate after her husband passed away. Thus, whenever Mo Caihuan found a suitable match in her heart, and whenever she was finally ready to marry, then she would be officially recognized. As a result, the Yin family mother and daughter truly enjoyed two years of peaceful life within the estate. Yet, unfortunately, during one of Yan Zhu’s official family missions, he met with an unexpected accident and passed away outside. Now, with no one to rely on, the Yin family once again found themselves without support—unable to leave the estate, they had to continue living together within Yan Ling’s compound, relying on the spiritual stones provided as a condolence, and establishing this small shop, which they managed steadily but modestly. Should this situation continue, although the shop’s income remained modest, it would still be sufficient to cover the Yin family’s medical expenses and medication, thus effectively managing and stabilizing their condition. However, recently, a wholesale store that had long supplied the family with lower-grade scroll products suddenly stopped delivering to them altogether, putting Yan's small shop in serious danger of collapse. How could Yan, a woman of such discernment, fail to notice the issue immediately? After a brief analysis, she swiftly identified the culprit. It turned out that a nearby cultivator, who had noticed that the two often passed by his doorstep, had grown enamored with Mucai Huan and, despite the well-known reputation that Mucai Huan was a husband-killer, had boldly proposed to take her as his concubine. Yan naturally refused, which deeply angered the cultivator, who then departed in resentment. Thus, the hidden force behind the disruption was revealed. When Han Li encountered Mucai Huan on the street today, it was precisely the moment when Mucai Huan was going to visit the supplier and had a heated argument with them. Yan explained the situation in detail, occasionally adding her own remarks. By then, Han Li had already gained a clear understanding of the entire matter. But upon hearing that Mo Caihuan had been forcibly pressured into becoming a concubine, she couldn't help but chuckle softly. Who would have thought that the little fairy from years ago was still being pursued by others! Moreover, though she hadn't seen him in years, he had truly grown into a full-fledged immortal—so charming and captivating that it was hard to look away. "Han Li, after all these years of cultivation, I'm sure your internal technique has advanced beyond the ninth level, aren't you?" After gazing at Han Li again, Lady Yan respectfully asked. Having lived in Yanling Fort for so long, even if she couldn't cultivate herself, she had accumulated a good deal of knowledge about the cultivation world. "Not bad, actually," Han Li smiled, "I think Mother-in-law is hoping I can resolve this persistent issue with the cultivator. Isn't he quite a bother?" With that, he spoke directly and straightforwardly. Upon hearing this, Lady Yan felt both slightly embarrassed and relieved. From Han Li's tone, it seemed he was genuinely willing to assist.