Three days later.
At the gate of Murong Mansion, the carriage they had arrived in stood waiting quietly.
The porridge shop was still open, and many of the Murong Clan's young disciples had come out to see them off.
"Xiao'er, make sure you practice well with Little Li. Understand?"
"If you need anything, just tell the family."
Murong Hai stood at the gate with his hands clasped behind his back, his every wrinkle crinkling with kindness.
He didn't look nearly as imposing as he had when they first met. Now he seemed more like an ordinary old man.
"I understand, Grandpa."
Murong Xiao nodded earnestly.
He looked around, then scratched his head.
"Where's Brother Li?"
"I'm here."
A voice drifted over on the breeze.
But before it arrived, its owner was already there.
Murong Xiao turned and saw Li Mo standing on the carriage's front board. He had no idea when he'd appeared, his robes fluttering gently in the wind.
"Wind Shadow Step?"
He stared in surprise.
How did Brother Li know their family's secret superior footwork technique?
"I only gave Little Li the technique three days ago."
All Murong Hai could do was marvel.
He'd seen it clearly.
Little Li had just demonstrated that he'd already reached minor mastery.
It seemed the technique suited him exceptionally well. He'd also had an epiphany, and his innate comprehension was extraordinary to begin with.
"Brother Li, have you been studying Wind Shadow Step these past few days? No wonder I haven't seen you."
"Not the whole time."
Li Mo shook his head slightly.
He'd mastered Wind Shadow Step on the very first day.
His talent for footwork was fairly average, and he'd nearly used up all the martial insights he'd gained from helping ordinary people.
"Oh, right. You were practicing, too." Murong