In the last three days of that year's holiday.
A flying sword message from Kyoto recalled Tang Yu in advance, ordering him to set out immediately and return to Kyoto to take up his post.
After receiving the flying sword message, Tang Yu first went to inform Liu Yanlan and Nangong Ying.
Nangong Ying was currently forced by Liu Yanlan to work every day building up the sect. Hearing that Tang Yu was leaving, she immediately threw herself at him and said pitifully.
"Junior Brother, take me to Kyoto with you."
"What would you go there for? Stay here and work properly. How much longer do you plan to loaf around and wait for death every day?"
Liu Yanlan snorted, her attitude exceedingly firm.
"No! One more of me makes no difference, and one less of me makes no difference."
Nangong Ying grabbed Tang Yu's head and pressed it against her chest, shouting, "Junior Brother works so hard in Kyoto! If, after getting home every day, he could rest like this against my chest for a while, he wouldn't be so exhausted. If he isn't exhausted, that benefits the sect. That's why I'm going—for the sake of the sect."
"I think that does make some sense."
Tang Yu was the sort of good man who would speak well of anyone who did him a favor. Feeling that softness, he sincerely thanked the Creator in his heart for inventing such wonderful things as boobs.
Liu Yanlan gave a derisive laugh. "Save it. Does your junior brother lack that in Kyoto?"
She could not speak for others, but she knew perfectly well just how attractive her junior brother and cultivation partner was. There were probably ten female cultivators in Kyoto who wanted to sleep with him every night, and he could switch