The day of departure.
Xie Jiuniang arrived at the mountain gate early in the morning, riding on a Little Immortal Crane.
The Sect's Flying Boat assigned to escort them had yet to arrive.
Only a few disciples were waiting.
Some disciples at the mountain gate were surprised, "Little Profiteer? You're really early."
"You're the first direct disciple to come over," a disciple came up to greet Xie Jiuniang.
Xie Jiuniang greeted everyone with a beaming smile. Although she couldn't remember their names, there was nothing she could do about it. If there was anyone to blame, it was herself for being too famous. "I haven't been in business for many years."
"We know, we know, you haven't been a profiteer for many years."
"..." Xie Jiuniang had a face full of black lines.
More disciples gradually arrived, and the area in front of the mountain gate became livelier.
An Elder from the Sect in charge of the escort appeared and threw out a mid-sized Flying Boat.
