Master Yunyang and Wang Licui stood in front of the formation, silent for a long while.
With the chill wind blowing and dried leaves drifting around, their figures seemed unspeakably lonely.
After a while, Master Yunyang suddenly coughed lightly and looked at Wang Licui very seriously, as if nothing had happened. "Xuanlu's journey hasn't been easy. Licui, you must remember the kindness of your Senior Uncle Xuanlu. He provided us with food and shelter for almost a year; it's quite a task."
Wang Licui, still gnawing on the leg of a Four-Level Spirit Bird, nodded in agreement upon hearing these words, "Master, don't worry. I'll remember."
Old Man Xuanlu was indeed a good man, always treating them to delicious meals with generous portions, and the Spirit Food he provided was of high quality. Her time on Xuanlu Mountain was really enjoyable.
It was just a pity that within a year, Master Xuanlu, like the other Masters before him, had gone into seclusion.
