Uncle Yu nodded after hearing me out.
"Alright! This trip will certainly be dangerous, so I won't follow along and cause trouble.
Xiao Tian, remember what I told you."
Tian Yong carried a large pack on his back and immediately nodded.
"Grandmaster, I remember it all."
"Good. Get in the car!"
After saying that, Uncle Yu directly handed the Dragon-Head Cleaver to Tian Yong.
This was clearly a form of acknowledgment.
The Dragon-Head Cleaver had been given to Uncle Yu by his grandmaster. Now, Uncle Yu was passing it to Tian Yong—a form of inheritance as well.
"Yes, Grandmaster!"
"..."
With that, Tian Yong got into the car with the Dragon-Head Cleaver.
I didn't linger either and opened the door to get in.
Aside from Mao Jing riding his motorcycle, Zhang Yuchen and Pan Ling were both in my car.
I started the car and waved to Uncle Yu.
"Uncle Yu, we'll head over first."
"Even though you've got some skills now, you still need to be careful in everything!"
"Got it, Uncle Yu. See you later!"
With that, I drove straight onto the highway.
Mao Jing was even faster. He had already disappeared from sight.
Once in the car, Tian Yong was clearly a little nervous.
After all, he had rarely done this sort of thing. He had learned quite a few skills from Uncle Yu, but he could count on one hand the times he had exorcised evil and slain demons.
At most, he had helped send off souls, something even ordinary Feng Shui masters could do.
As I drove, I said, "Xiao Tian, don't be nervous. When you get a chance to make a move, just give it everything you've got."
"Understood, Martial Uncle. I won't hold you back."
Tian Yong sat ramrod straight and nodded heavily.