The entire group had set out together. Besides Master Zhixi and Shen Yu, Shen Wei and Shen Yi had come along as well—one to give thanks, the other to reminisce. Shen Yi's son, Mo Zonghan, and Shen Wei's daughter, Shen Qian, had also come with them.
It could be said that everyone had mobilized.
The Mo Family's coachman drove the carriage. Master Zhixi and Shen Yu sat on either side of him, while the other four sat inside. They sped out of the city once more along the road Shen Yu had taken when he came.
"Benefactor Shen, please tell this monk everything that happened just now in detail," Master Zhixi said to Shen Yu.
Though he did not know the demon's strength, since she had been taken down in a single move, Master Zhixi guessed that Shen Ying's powers were far from weak. He wanted to learn about the situation in advance, even if only a little. After all... what if something went wrong?
"Uh... in detail..." Shen Yu could not help feeling awkward as he recalled how eager he had been toward Wang Manzhu just now. Did he have to tell them that too?
But if he did not, and this monk went to inspect the battlefield, only to find it was in the woods on the Back Mountain, how was he supposed to explain himself?
"What is it? Does Benefactor Shen have some concern?" Master Zhixi asked, his gaze sharpening as he feigned puzzlement.
"Xiao Yu, since Master Zhixi has asked, tell him honestly what happened!" Shen Wei said gravely.
"Yes!" Shen Yu nodded miserably, then began from the moment he had brought Wang Manzhu to the Shen Family Ancestral Grave and discovered white funeral streamers and offerings before the gravestones of Shen Yue and his wife.