"Alright, drink."
Li Sanjiang came over, scooped water from the vat, and brought over a bag of detergent. He planned to wash his hair and clear his head.
"Grandmaster, it's not quite hot enough yet, washing your hair in the morning and catching a breeze can lead to a cold. Also, shampoo is below; washing your hair with detergent damages your scalp."
"I'm used to... fine, I'll wash at noon and use shampoo."
Li Zhiyuan carried his basin back to his room, while Li Sanjiang, brushing his teeth, glanced repeatedly in the direction his great-grandson had left. He felt something was different, though he couldn't pinpoint what had changed.
"Alii, let's play chess."
Alii shook her head, feeling the young man needed quiet rest and shouldn't use his brain.
"Then let's go downstairs."
Holding Alii's hand, he descended to the first floor and sniffed lightly. Li Zhiyuan smelled the lingering presence of a Deadman.
