When he arrived, Xue Xiaoliang was sitting in her courtyard, using charcoal as a pen to write on the ground. Several children stood beside her, learning characters from her.
The children were studying quite earnestly. After all, not every family could afford to send their children to a private school.
"Miss Xue, I brought your food container over. Your cooking has improved again."
Tang Yu called out with a smile and handed the food container to Xue Xiaoliang.
"As long as you like it. I was worried I hadn't made it well."
Xue Xiaoliang was just about to take it when she noticed her hands were blackened by charcoal. She quickly pointed inside and said, "My hands are dirty. Please put it inside for me."
"Alright."
After Tang Yu carried the food container inside and placed it on the table, he came back out and crouched beside Xue Xiaoliang.
"By the way, Miss Xue, there's something I need to tell you. The little Daoist and I are planning to leave in the next couple of days."
The charcoal in Xue Xiaoliang's hand suddenly fell to the ground. She froze for a moment, then hurriedly picked it up and handed it to one of the children, telling them to practice on their own. Looking at Tang Yu with flustered eyes, she asked, "Leave? Where are you going? Haven't you been comfortable staying at my house? If there's any problem, you can tell me."
"No, no. You've taken such thorough care of us these past days. The little Daoist and I are used to being wanderers. We like traveling the world and roaming the martial realm. It isn't your fault."
Tang Yu waved his hands as he explained.
Xue Xiaoliang fell silent for a moment before asking, "When are you leaving?"
"Probably