[In three days, have Ming Cheng bring the Bodhi Spirit Stamen to Wandering Cloud Lake, three hundred thousand li west of the city. Someone will come to collect it. Remember, only Ming Cheng may go. If anyone else appears, Hui Zhen will die.] Song Wen transmitted.
[What about my son?] Du'e asked.
Song Wen said, [Once I receive the Bodhi Spirit Stamen, someone will naturally send your son back to Cloud-Hidden City.]
Du'e said, [Impossible! What if you go back on your word? Wouldn't my son be in grave danger?]
Song Wen said, [Then how would you like to conduct the exchange?]
Du'e said, [Choose a place, and you and I will trade face-to-face. Only after I confirm that my son is safe and sound will I hand over the Bodhi Spirit Stamen.]
Song Wen said, [Du'e, you should know by now that I am merely a Nascent Soul Cultivator. How would I dare meet you?]
Du'e said, [Then I will send a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator to trade with you. That should put you at ease, no?]
[Fine.] Song Wen fell silent for a moment before replying. [However, if any monk from Withered Zen Temple appears near Wandering Cloud Lake within these three days, the deal is off.]
[Very well, I agree.] Du'e replied readily.
After ending the transmission, Song Wen did not leave the inn. He simply waited there for three days.
On the evening of the third day, Song Wen received another transmission from Du'e.
Du'e's tone was rather furious.
[Mi Hai, what exactly do you mean? The person I sent is still waiting at Wandering Cloud Lake, yet you have never shown yourself.]
Song Wen said, [Master, please do not be angry. My strength is meager, so I must always be cautious.]
Du'e said, [Just how