Wen Xu looked up at the surrounding forest. "...Are you sure it's here?"
"Then we'll do it once we're out. Trouble follows you whenever you leave home anyway. The moment we leave the forest, it might come knocking. You use the Wind Sword, I'll watch from the sidelines. Shouldn't be a problem."
Bian Chunchou: ...Senior Brother Zheng, you really do adapt fast.
"Speaking of which, you've finished everything you came out to do. Are you heading back to the sect, or what?" Zheng Jin didn't mind staying away longer. On the mountain, he was only an eyesore to his master anyway.
Wen Xu didn't particularly want to go back. The sect master and his own master had both warned him not to use Golden Light lightly, but he knew the feeling of being guided by something unseen. Even if he hid on Yonglu Mountain, he feared he would be unable to escape using it in the end.
So he might as well let things take their course.
Traveling and training outside was freer, at least. His master wasn't on Springless Peak, and after only three months on that already lonely snowbound summit, Wen Xu could barely stand it. He had no idea how his master had spent the past five hundred years there.
"When I left the village, my seventh great-uncle asked me to find out what happened to his youngest daughter, Bian Xiaoyi." Bian Chunchou quietly raised a hand. "Let me say this first: I'm not being softhearted. It's just that everyone in the village says his youngest daughter and I look a little alike around the eyes. I didn't think much of it, but today my aging seventh great-uncle grabbed me with tears streaming down his face, and for some reason, I started crying too."
"You think you're