He finally agreed to cut his own facial skin off to help us make this mask.
His wife assisted him in the task, one was bleeding, the other shedding tears.
I lectured them, saying that Young Master had, first, saved their lives, and second, sheltered them. Paying back your debt by giving up a piece of facial skin is a great deal for you!"
Liang Li was talking about that couple who used to run a breakfast inn.
After listening to the story, Zhao Yi nodded and said:
"The debt they owe me should be repaid.
Alas, next, I should worry about how to pay my own debt. This time, I'm afraid I owe the Li family a hefty one."
...
Li Zhiyuan rode in a palanquin and arrived outside the ancestral residence.
He stepped out of the palanquin.
First, he looked towards the back.
Bu Chen and the other three showed no expression.
The Monk and the Master both offered him a distant nod of respect.
The little man sitting on the big woman's shoulder looked at him with a playful expression.
