After Fang Shu and He Shoufeng had spoken for a long while atop Mount Lu, Fang Shu saw that it was getting late and took the initiative to rise.
"Brother He, forgive me. I have only just formed my Golden Core and still need to nurture it properly.
"Let us leave it at this for today. If you need anything tomorrow, simply summon me."
He Shoufeng nodded. "Mm. I was too delighted and delayed you, Daoist friend.
"By the way, now that you have returned to Mount Lu, do you need a residence? It would be improper for you to continue staying in that marketplace."
With a smile on his face, Fang Shu promptly declined tactfully. He said that he still had a few acquaintances within Mount Lu's territory, and now was the time to pay them a visit, lest they think that the moment he formed his Golden Core today, he had forgotten his old friends.
Upon hearing this, He Shoufeng's expression grew even more genial, as though he was quite pleased with Fang Shu's answer.
That made sense. Since Fang Shu had dared to reveal on his own initiative that he still had acquaintances within Mount Lu's territory, then his intention to settle in Mount Lu and serve as its mountain lord ought to have been sincere.
This undoubtedly allowed He Shoufeng to set his mind more at ease.
After a few more brief exchanges, the two clasped their hands in farewell. Fang Shu's figure then turned into a streak of light and vanished from the mountaintop with a whoosh.
After Fang Shu had disappeared completely, He Shoufeng still stood on the summit, quietly gazing down over all of Mount Lu.
His eyes were dark and unfathomable, and a mocking smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"What a