At the break of dawn the next day, outside the town, a dark-skinned man carrying a hoe waved goodbye to Jiang Liu, "Master, have a safe journey, I hope you can reach the Western Heaven soon!"
"Can you phrase that differently!?" The dark-skinned man's farewell words made Jiang Liu's complexion rather dark.
In his view, these words were a blessing, but to Jiang Liu, they sounded like a terrible curse.
"Ah!?'' Jiang Liu's dark expression caused the man to pause in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with his words.
However, since Jiang Liu asked for a different phrase, the man didn't think too much about it, nodded, and said, "Then, I wish you a smooth journey with the wind at your back…"
"After all that, it still means exactly the same thing!"
