Watching Mr. Wugou and the other man depart, Ghost Weariness felt his heart brighten. This man had set a "hundred-year" appointment. It seemed magnanimous, but in truth, it carried a hidden urge to press him onward.
To those who pursued longevity, a century truly passed in the blink of an eye. If "Ghost Weariness" were truly "Ghost Weariness," living as before and spending his days willfully, a hundred years would be no more than enough time for two periods of secluded cultivation, bedding a few women, and wiping out a few enemy households.
But with a "hundred-year" deadline hanging over him, it was like pressing a stone upon his heart, reminding him from time to time that a boundary lay ahead. Cross it, and the consequences would be impossible to predict. With such a shadow looming over him, how could he speak of carefree ease?
With such a mindset, why would it take a hundred years? Perhaps at the slightest setback, he would recall Mr. Wugou's words from today.
Frankly speaking, this so-called "mixed bag" and "scattered sand" held great appeal for a heretical Rogue Cultivator like Ghost Weariness, whose conduct had always been poor and who had long grown accustomed to freedom.
Still, that matter could wait. The gathering at the beginning of the month was drawing near, and he needed to promptly inform Hai Hong of the message Mr. Wugou had asked him to pass along. He simply used the Jade Talisman ahead of time to connect with the distant talisman array. Hai Hong soon sensed it.
After a brief exchange, both sides tacitly avoided mentioning Mr. Wugou's recruitment, much less Ghost Weariness's true identity. Hai Hong still addressed him as Fellow Daoist Nanhu, and he was quite generous regarding the jade slip entrusted to him.
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