Upon reaching the mist, Daoist Ji stopped. One of Yu Ren's legs was somewhat lame, but if he was not climbing a mountain path, he rarely used a walking stick. He somewhat awkwardly propped the stick beneath his left armpit and signed a question with his hands, "Isn't the Grand Examination just about over? I wonder how Junior Brother is doing right now?"
Daoist Ji had an elegant and detached expression. His appearance was the same as it had been all those years ago, free of any sign of old age. Upon seeing the faint concern on Yu Ren's face, he smiled and rubbed him on the head, but said nothing.
Yu Ren gestured, "Master, when will we go to the capital?"
Daoist Ji replied, "When you need to return to the capital, we will naturally go."
Yu Ren did not notice that Daoist Ji had used the word 'return'.
