"I was blind before, unable to recognize Mount Tai before my eyes. I hope the immortal will forgive me."
As the head of the Nàlán Family, Nàlán Cái spoke to Li Zhōujūn with utmost respect.
"Family Head Nàlán, there's no need to take it to heart." Li Zhōujūn waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing serious.
Only then did everyone slightly relax.
At this moment, Shí Yì became delighted. After all, he had bragged with a legendary immortal before. If he told people about this, wouldn't that make him incredibly impressive?
At the thought of this, Shí Yì was overjoyed.
The night passed quickly.
At dawn, the sky was dimly lit, and the light rain that had been falling outside had already stopped.
Nàlán Cái and the others had rested well the previous night. They had slept peacefully.
After all, with an immortal here, who would dare cause trouble?
As for why they trusted Li Zhōujūn so much—if this immortal wanted to kill them, it would be useless even if they were awake.
When everyone saw Li Zhōujūn rise and walk outside,
"Safe travels, immortal!"
Everyone shouted behind Li Zhōujūn.
Just like that, under their eyes, Li Zhōujūn gradually disappeared into the mountain forest.
Everything they had experienced the previous night seemed like a dream. However, the mangled corpses outside the house told them that everything that had happened last night had been real.
At the same time, Li Zhōujūn walked slowly along a mountain path.
Beneath his feet was a narrow, winding trail.
If there was a path like this in the mountains, then, without exception, it had been worn out by herbalists entering the mountains to gather medicine.
Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky and crashed in front of Li Zhōujūn.
Li Zhōujūn froze on the