Gu Hui nodded, looking entirely supportive.
"Not bad, not bad. You've got ambition. Then you'd better work hard. Otherwise, forget defeating me—you won't even break through to first-rate, and that'll be embarrassing."
But inwardly, he thought, You want to surpass me? Unless you're some once-in-a-generation genius.
No matter how he looked at him, though, Gu Yu was merely a little more talented. He was still inferior even to Gu Hui in his previous life.
Perhaps this goal would have to wait until the next life for the boy to keep striving toward.
"Medicine Immortal, why not visit my Zhennan Prince's Manor? My brother and I can properly fulfill our duties as hosts," Duan Zhengchun invited.
Gu Hui waved him off. "Forget it, I won't be going.
"Oh, right. I once traveled through Tubo and happened to encounter Tubo's Imperial Preceptor, Jiumozhi.
"That fellow may be a monk, but the Buddhist taboos of greed, anger, and delusion? He possesses every last one of them. And his martial arts aren't weak, either.
"I heard he yearns for the Wu Lin of Great Song and is especially curious about Dali's Six Meridian Divine Sword.
"Not long ago, I accidentally learned that he had come to the Central Plains and was heading straight for Dali.
"You'd best hurry back and make preparations, lest you be caught unprepared when the time comes.
"Erniang, Xiao Yu, let's go. On to the next stop!"
"Many thanks to the Medicine Immortal for the warning. My brother and I shall take our leave!
"Whenever the Medicine Immortal wishes to visit the imperial palace or Zhennan Prince's Manor, my brother and I will surely welcome you with swept couches," Duan Zhengming and his brother said. Their expressions changed as they bowed and hurried away.
"Master, where are we going next?"