The clamor faded away, and things returned to their normal track.
Yu Ci and Yu Zhou flew unhurriedly. Along the way, the old Daoist asked a few questions about Yu Ci's gains from a year of closed-door cultivation, and Yu Ci answered them one by one. What surprised Yu Ci, however, was that the old Daoist truly seemed to be flying aimlessly and speaking aimlessly. Could it really be, as he had said, that they were simply "chatting"?
It looked... unlikely.
Gradually, the old Daoist changed the topic. "You have stayed in the sect for quite some time now, so you should be quite familiar with this place, right?"
Yu Ci did not understand, emitting an "uh" as a response.
The old Daoist then smiled and pointed to a mountain on the side. "What place is that?"
"..."
"Ha, that is Mount Jiga. The place with the strangest name in the mountain gate is the nirvana site of a senior who came from the Western Buddhist Kingdom back then, hence the name. Such information, Ah Ci, is something you should pay attention to usually."
Yu Ci had no way to answer. Ever since he arrived at the mountain gate, aside from practicing cultivation, he was in seclusion. His only tiny bit of free time was painful enough just memorizing the complex paths within the mountain gate; how could he have the leisure to care about this?
Actually, Yu Zhou did not mind either. His mood seemed rather good, smiling as he continued forward, casually pointing to a few out-of-the-way places to test Yu Ci's memory, also taking pleasure in Yu Ci's embarrassment.
After several times, Yu Ci finally could not help but ask for mercy. The old Daoist's stunt made him feel rather uncomfortable inside, as if he had become