Slanting sunlight shone over the trees in the mountains, painting everything gold.
It was afternoon. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, scattering dappled shadows across the three of them, warm and gentle.
Chen Xun rose and cupped his hands. "Yao Yue."
"I'm here."
"Old Bull and I are ready to leave. We'll come see you again next time."
"Take some mountain tea with you."
There was no surprise in Yao Yue's eyes, nor did she ask them to stay a few more days. She was exceedingly understanding as she looked up with a smile. "I've stored too much over the years. I can't finish drinking it all."
"Sure." Chen Xun's eyes brightened slightly, showing no courtesy whatsoever. "Old Bull and I both love tea."
Compared to those rare immortal materials, this mountain tea might not seem valuable. Yet to him, the affection within it was beyond measure by any price.
"Moo..." Black Bull gave Yao Yue a soft moo as well, carrying a note of cheerfulness.
Yao Yue smiled and nodded, taking out a mountain-sized pile of tea leaves from her storage ring and stuffing them all into Chen Xun's hands. He laughed heartily, so delighted he could barely close his mouth.
Good heavens, he could never finish drinking it—never!
Yao Yue glanced at Chen Xun and nearly rolled her eyes. How had she ever chosen to follow a man like this? A lofty Immortal and Dao Ancestor... yet he seemed like he could not live without taking advantage of others.
A moment later.
That wild, punchable laughter echoed through the mountains for a long time without fading...
"Yao Yue, thank you!"
"Moo moo~~"
"Get going already."
Yao Yue snorted with laughter and waved them off. "Don't leave a clone or incarnation here. I'm not buying that nonsense. Fooling