The Taoists on Qi Mountain were like a bunch of monkeys. According to Gu Youyou's observation over this period, only Qingyang seemed reliable. If it were someone else, Gu Youyou would be worried. These young Taoist apprentices had not descended the mountain for many years; if they were attracted by the colorful world below and went to watch the excitement, missing the day of someone's wedding, that would be terrible.
Calculating the time, there were three days left. She needed to ride a fast horse; there wasn't much time to spare.
Qingyang took the painting from Gu Youyou's hand and stared at the storybook on her desk, asking, "And what about this?"
This was a new story Gu Youyou had written today.
Gu Youyou pressed down on the book and said, "Wait till you come back, and I will show it to you. If my matter isn't dealt with, then don't expect to see it."
Qingyang made a bitter face and hurriedly said, "It will be taken care of, definitely. I'll go now!"
