Wang Yuyan's face instantly flushed crimson. She softly left behind, "I'll be going first," then fled as if escaping.
Song Qingshu shot him a look. "Miss Wang is terribly thin-skinned. Ming Wang, that joke of yours went too far."
Jiumozhi laughed. "You kept that young lady in your room for the night, yet now you have the nerve to criticize this humble monk? Isn't that a bit much?"
Song Qingshu was momentarily speechless, unable to think of a rebuttal. He could only change the subject. "Ming Wang, you came to see me so early. Is something the matter?"
Jiumozhi replied, "I came to bid you farewell."
"Farewell? You're leaving so soon?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.
Jiumozhi smiled. "I have always traveled across the land in pursuit of breakthroughs in martial arts. I heard the Zhenlong Chess Game was causing quite a stir, so I came to take a look. Now that the matter of the Zhenlong Chess Game is settled, it is naturally time for me to leave. We need not exchange the empty courtesies of ordinary people. We shall meet again if fate allows." He pressed his palms together in salute, then turned and departed with carefree grace.
Watching his open-minded figure in straw sandals, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Other than his excessive obsession with martial arts, Jiumozhi truly is an enlightened eminent monk.
After seeing Jiumozhi off, Song Qingshu remained worried about the situation in Western Xia. He found Li Qinglu and prepared to return to Western Xia. Wang Yuyan, meanwhile, would stay behind to accompany her grandfather and grandmother. She also bore the responsibility of passing Wuyazi's martial arts to him once his body had recovered to a certain degree. This would also keep her from running all over the world in search of Murong Fu.