Mo Chuan had just reached the foot of the mountain when he spotted two familiar figures at the end of the narrow mountain path.
—They were the corpse driver master and disciple.
Mo Chuan turned back toward the mountain path with a ghost-struck expression... How had these Yin-Retrieval Sect master and disciple moved so fast? They had even circled around ahead of him?
"Forgive us for presumptuously blocking your path, Daoist Master."
The lead corpse driver smiled and cupped his hands, his manner exceedingly courteous.
"No harm, no harm! This poor Daoist rode his breath all the way down, yet the two of you still got ahead of me. Truly, beyond mountains are greater mountains, and beyond men are greater men."
Mo Chuan waved his hand with a smile.
"Daoist Master is too modest. My disciple and I make our living driving corpses. To avoid drawing the attention of the living, we often travel deep mountain paths and know Shoushan like the backs of our hands. Getting ahead of you was merely a matter of taking a shortcut."
The lead corpse driver smiled.
Mo Chuan had guessed as much and went straight to the point. "What brings you here, lead corpse driver?"
The lead corpse driver said, "May I ask whether what Daoist Master said the day before yesterday still stands?"
Mo Chuan froze, then asked tentatively, "Exchange divine arts?"
"Precisely!"
"Of course it still stands!" Mo Chuan was overjoyed. "Which divine art does the lead corpse driver wish to exchange for?"
"I am old. It matters little which one I learn."
As the lead corpse driver spoke, he looked toward Gou Wa, who stood dumbstruck.
"But Gou Wa is different. Gou Wa still has a long road ahead in life! Gou Wa, which divine art do you wish to