Shen Zhiyun saw that Shen Mo had agreed, and the knot of worry in his heart finally loosened.
"Wait here a moment!"
Shen Mo returned to the sect to gather his things.
When he came back out, he took Shen Zhiyun with him and headed down the mountain as they had agreed.
Together, they set off for Tianyou City.
Although Shen Zhiyun was senior to Shen Mo by several generations, he knew his place in front of him, addressing him as "Immortal Master" at every turn and not daring to invoke their family ties.
Shen Mo was quite satisfied with this and did not put on airs by insisting that Shen Zhiyun needn't be so formal.
After all, he had never been one to bow and scrape.
Nor did he feel any particular closeness toward this uncle who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The fact that he was willing to descend the mountain and lend a hand was already more than enough.
In front of an inn outside Cloud-Gathering Town, at the foot of River-Facing Mountain, two fine steeds stood tethered.
Shen Zhiyun had prepared them in advance.
But when Shen Mo saw the horses, his brows knitted together.
"These are fine blood-sweating steeds. They can cover hundreds of li in a day. Riding them, we can make it back to Tianyou City in less than seven days."
Seeing Shen Mo's expression, Shen Zhiyun hurriedly explained.
Tianyou City lay more than three thousand li from River-Facing Sect.
To ordinary people, that distance was incredibly far.
With the roads rough and winding, without fine steeds to ride, the journey there and back could take half a month—or longer.
"Riding horses is too slow."
Shen Mo shook his head, took out two Light Body Talismans from his Qiankun Pouch, and handed