The old man thought for a while, and then began to pack his things. After tying the cloth bag containing Guanyin soil on his back, the old man stood up with difficulty and picked up the small bamboo basket from the ground.
He looked at Xu Xiang and said, "Follow me."
Xu Xiang turned around, looked at Ying San and said, "Ying San, we are going somewhere with this old grandpa. You should go back to the relay station first."
Ying San thought for a second, then took out a small bamboo flute the size of a little finger. He handed the small flute to Mu Yucheng and said, "Young Master Mu, if you need anything, just blow this flute. If my brothers were near your place, they would come to you."
Mu Yucheng put the small bamboo flute into his spatial ring and said, "Mhm. Thank you."
Ying San nodded to the others, and then drove the carriage back to the relay station. After Ying San left, Xu Xiang and others followed the old man.
