Jiang Yuechu was not one to dawdle.
Since she understood Wu Shisan's meaning, she did not put on airs and solemnly clasped her hands in thanks.
Wu Shisan narrowed his eyes, savoring the bow, yet muttered, "Enough, enough. Spare me this empty ceremony."
He turned his head toward the silent disciple standing to one side.
"Ziyu."
Wang Ziyu looked up. "Master."
"That place is far away, with most of the Eastern Region lying between here and there. Without someone familiar with the way to guide her, it would be quite troublesome... You should accompany this girl on the journey."
At those words.
Wang Ziyu fell into hesitation and said softly, "Master... in your current state, how can this disciple leave?"
Wu Shisan snapped irritably, "If something really happens, what the hell can you do by staying here? Go, go, go. Stop being an eyesore here—I get annoyed just looking at you... Maybe after you leave, your master can live a few more years..."
"..."
Wang Ziyu looked helpless.
He still wanted to say something.
But then the girl's voice rang out. "True Person, I will remember your assistance this time... Should you need anything in the future, I will certainly give it my all."
Wu Shisan waved a hand and closed his eyes.
"Save those words for later... For now, take this brat and get out of here."
Jiang Yuechu nodded faintly and said no more.
She turned and left first.
Her black robe swept through the night in an arc, her footsteps crisp against the bluestone slabs.
Wang Ziyu gave the old Daoist one last look.
The old Daoist seemed to have fallen asleep, his breathing so faint it was nearly imperceptible.
The young Daoist boy gritted his teeth, mist clouding his eyes.
In the end, he turned around