He did not linger.
Chen Yi had Pei Gan find two sets of robes, then took him to the residence south of Yanhuaxiang.
In the dim, rainy weather, the two moved without a sound.
This was Shuzhou, packed shoulder to shoulder with people. Inevitably, someone might catch sight of them.
And among those people were quite a few experts of the Upper Three Grades.
So Chen Yi took a roundabout route, deliberately avoiding certain people.
Pei Gan was somewhat distracted, merely following step by step behind him.
They remained silent for half the way.
Only after Pei Gan had somewhat composed himself did he hesitate and say, "Senior, I've caused you trouble this time."
"I... didn't know..."
Chen Yi turned his head to glance at him, guessing what he wanted to say. In an even tone, he asked,
"You want to take him back to the Mountain Tribe?"
"Is that your own idea, or Granny Shan's instruction?"
After a pause, he continued, "Or have you and the Mountain Tribe prepared yourselves to face the Imperial Court and Wudang Mountain?"
Pei Gan opened his mouth, his face flushing red, yet he could not answer a single question.
After a moment of silence.
Pei Gan clenched his fists, stared straight at Chen Yi, and said word by word, "He is my father!"
Chen Yi paused, then resumed walking. "Then this is your Mountain Tribe's family matter. I will not interfere."
Pei Gan watched him walk away. His taut body relaxed slightly as those words echoed in his mind.
Pei Yonglin was his father.
Even if he had done wrong, it could not sever the bond of blood.
But Pei Gan also knew that Pei Yonglin's slaughter of Ma Shuhan's family, as well as Little Daoist Lord Hua Huiyang and the others, was