"...I look forward to hearing the day you make your names known throughout the world and become Martial Gods on Mount Penglai."
Tong Yuan's words still rang loudly in his ears, echoing without end.
The next day.
Ding Ling led the horses down the mountain with Zhao Zilong, Zhao Xiaoyu, and Zhao Bingxuan. Looking back at Mount Penglai, which had vanished into the clouds, he felt inexplicably complicated.
He had not stayed here for long.
Yet it felt as though he had stayed for many years.
Tong Yuan had treated him with complete sincerity and passed on his teachings without reservation, which moved and touched him deeply.
He felt that once he achieved something in the future, repaying this kindness would be the proper thing to do.
"Let's go."
Zhao Yun was likewise turning back every few steps.
He led a renowned Dawan steed named Night-Shining Jade Lion and held a Dragon-Gall Bright Silver spear. His gleaming silver armor set off his dignified appearance, making him look mighty and extraordinary!
These were the weapon, mount, and armor Tong Yuan had given Zhao Yun.
He only had this one set, so he could only apologize to Ding Ling.
Ding Ling already had weapons, armor, and a fine horse, so he naturally had no need for Tong Yuan's equipment.
Perhaps it was precisely because Tong Yuan had given so much to Zhao Yun without asking for anything in return that Zhao Yun was so reluctant to leave.
"When can we come back?"
Zhao Yun looked at Ding Ling, clearly treating him as the backbone of the group.
Originally, Zhao Yun had planned to enlist in the army and serve his country!
The best way to serve the country was naturally to guard the border, kill bandits, or fight against the Hu people