Yuan Cong gave an "Mm," stingy with words.
After spending time together, Jia Wuqun had also noticed that Yuan Cong was much like himself, a mute who rarely spoke.
Niu Youdao cupped his hands in farewell. With a flick of Yuan Cong's palm, a flying mount dove down from the sky.
Yuan Cong grabbed Jia Wuqun by the arm and gave him a gentle toss. The two landed together atop the flying mount and soared away.
Niu Youdao tipped back his head and watched them go.
The carriage curtain was drawn aside, and Guan Fangyi asked, "You're just letting him go head-to-head with Shao Pingbo like that? Isn't that too rash?"
Niu Youdao chuckled. "How could a golden-scaled dragon remain a thing of the pond? The moment wind and clouds gather, it soars into the sky. In war, quality matters, not quantity! The crouching dragon has left the mountain!"
Guan Fangyi's gaze flickered. She could tell from his laughter how pleased he was with himself, and she could see even more clearly how much he expected from Jia Wuqun.
Yet she was even more curious. If Jia Wuqun truly possessed the abilities Daoist Master admired, how could he possibly be so easy to recruit? But even while following at Niu Youdao's side, she had never understood what had happened. She had only watched Niu Youdao hammer here and strike there, completely inexplicably, until Jia Wuqun had actually come running to work for Daoist Master.
Even now, she still could not understand why Jia Wuqun had obeyed him.
Of course, that was also what she admired about Niu Youdao. Whether they admitted it aloud or not, many matters truly could not be handled without him at the helm. Even if he explained some things to you clearly, you still would not