"As long as the road is open, keep walking and you'll find what you want to know. There's no need to dwell on these stale, rotten scraps of the past. On life's journey, what matters is the future, not the past, isn't that right? Open the Blood Cloud Coffin and rescue your grandmother. Perhaps everything will finally be brought to light." Mu Fengbai smiled. His eyes lit up when he saw the strange, patched raincoat I was wearing. "This thing is quite extraordinary. Is it from the Arcane Sect? What a pity it's a little damaged. Let me help you repair it."
I had been worrying that the raincoat's effectiveness would be greatly reduced after the Ghost King tore it up, so Mu Fengbai's offer suited me perfectly.
"It's something from the Arcane Sect, so naturally it should be repaired by the Arcane Sect. Still, whoever patched this thing up is a master craftsman. To think it could even be used this way. Very well, I won't alter his technique. I'll only reinforce and repair it." Mu Fengbai took the raincoat I had removed and told me to come back for it in a few days. I readily agreed. This thing was a treasure, so waiting was worth it.
"I have notes recording my cultivation insights from decades of continuous cultivation and advancement. You can take them and have a look. They're very important to you." Mu Fengbai handed me a primary school exercise book.
"Thank you, Senior Mu." I was immensely grateful. Half of my grandmother's origins lay in the Daoist sects as well. She had gone there to study, while I could encounter an expert without even leaving home.
I opened the exercise book. It was densely filled with cultivation insights and experiences. The female Daoist had been