The next day at dawn.
Outside the courtyard in Jiuquan Town.
"Taoist Qianhe, although this poor Taoist has only spent a single day with you, your character is deeply engraved in my heart!
It is truly a blessing for the common people of this world to have a righteous Taoist like you. After this parting, we may never have the opportunity to meet again, so let us part ways here!"
Zhong Bai smiled.
"Taoist Zhang's compassionate heart embraces the world, and in the future, you will certainly be the leading pillar of Longhu Mountain.
Let us part ways here, take care, Taoist Zhang!"
Zhong Bai cupped his hands, and Zhang Zhiwei clasped his fists.
Their meeting was very brief, yet both saw the future in each other...
The Yang Family.
Today the Yang Residence was somewhat gloomy, lacking the usual bustling scene of coming and going.
The reason for this was simply that Old Master Yang's illness had worsened once again.
When Zhong Bai entered the Yang Residence, he was led directly by a Yang family servant into the bedroom of Old Family Head Yang.
"Master, Taoist Qianhe has arrived!"
Old Family Head Yang, who had been exhausted, sleepy, and utterly listless, heard that Qianhe had arrived and hastily propped himself up to look toward the doorway.
He saw Zhong Bai step into the room, his gaze immediately locking with his.
"Old Family Head Yang, it has been many days. I never expected your illness to have worsened once again...
However, a benevolent person like you has natural protection, and I imagine you will fully recover before long."
"Hahaha, Taoist Qianhe need not comfort this old man. I have lived enough through more than eighty years, and this time I likely cannot pull through.
Still... death is not frightening.