The next morning.
Mount Longhu.
In a Daoist temple.
Yang Luo, Xu Ying, Bujie, Prajna, and Lin Wenxuan were having breakfast with Zhang Zhilin.
Master Xuanku had long returned to Shaolin and said that he wanted to help Yang Luo think of a solution.
Zhang Zhilin said, "Little Luo, after breakfast, I'll send you back to Jiang City."
Yang Luo waved his hand and said, "Master, there's no need to go through so much trouble. We can go back ourselves."
"Little Luo, your injuries have just healed, and you can't use your True Qi and energy.
I'm worried that your enemies will take the opportunity to find trouble with you.
Therefore, let me send you back."
Zhang Zhilin raised his hand and said, "It's settled then. Don't refuse."
"Fine…"
Yang Luo nodded and did not reject Zhang Zhilin's good intentions.
After breakfast…
