Mo Lin held the Jade Slip and read its contents, his heart a tangled mix of emotions.
At last, he cupped his hands and bowed. "Thank you, Senior."
For wandering cultivators, once a person died, their belongings became ownerless. Whoever found them owned them; even if they did not return them, no one would know.
"I was the one who received a gift from Fellow Daoist Mo. I should be the one thanking you."
Chen Sanshi asked, "Kid, what are your plans from here on?"
Mo Lin put away the Jade Slip. After pondering for a moment, he said resolutely, "I'll head south to Tianshui and join an immortal sect. Grandfather died for me. I... I should carve out a great path of immortality, only then can I live up to Grandfather's spirit in heaven."
"So be it."
Chen Sanshi knew that the other man's aptitude was neither high nor low, and that he would likely struggle to gain a foothold in an immortal sect. But it was not his place to dissuade him too much. He merely handed over a slip of paper. "If you ever find yourself at the end of the road, go here."
Written on the slip was a tavern in a mortal city. It was one of Tianyong City's contact points in Beiyang Dao.
"This junior will remember it."
Mo Lin spoke with utmost respect.
"Take these as well."
Chen Sanshi handed him several more bottles of pills, patted his shoulder, then turned and left.
After leaving the market, he headed straight back to Dusk Valley and immediately entered closed-door cultivation.
Time flowed on; days and months flew by like a weaver's shuttle.
Before he knew it, another half year had passed.
As his various arts steadily improved, his cultivation on the immortal path continued