Xu Yi had only been there for a little over half a year, but he was courteous in his manner and even-tempered with others. Even after gaining considerable renown, he still treated everyone with the same calm courtesy. Whenever someone ran into trouble, they only had to seek him out; if it was within his ability, he never turned them away.
Peach and plum trees say nothing, yet a path is worn beneath them. By acting this way consistently over time, Xu Yi had cultivated a charisma all his own.
Several hundred people escorted Xu Yi all the way to the city gates before watching him leave.
The sun sank in the west, and the evening breeze sang like a song. Xu Yi strode forward, his heart more open than ever, his whole being brimming with a peaceful, contented strength.
"Brother Xu! Brother Xu..."
Xu Yi had only just reached the ferry when he heard a delighted cry. He followed the sound and saw a richly dressed, middle-aged man on a splendid pleasure boat, hopping up and down as he waved and called to him. Who else could it be but Master Cen?
Back then, Xu Yi had come here aboard Master Cen's boat. He never expected that half a year later, as he was about to leave, he would run into Master Cen again. Nothing could better capture the wonders of fate.
Overjoyed to see Xu Yi again, Master Cen also complained repeatedly, reproaching him for failing to write as promised and tell him where he lived, leaving Master Cen to search for him for ages.
If they had not met today, who knew how much longer he would have to search?
When he heard that Xu Yi planned to leave Tokyo City and travel the world, he urged