After casually finishing his meal, Feng Buxing rose to take his leave, and Su Che saw him out of the residence.
With the court having only just undergone its upheaval, this was precisely the time that demanded the most care. Old Su had left Feng Buxing in charge of the Imperial Demon Hunters, their foundation, and truly could not spare him even for a moment.
Securing a future for Lu Bai and Zhu Yi was something Su Che had long kept on his mind.
The road of cultivation stretched endlessly ahead, yet one could scarcely linger over the scenery at one's side. There would always come a moment of farewell. Lu Bai had followed him since Ci Prefecture; along the way, there had been hardship and suffering, and there had been fearless dashes into danger. Su Che had to find him a secure future.
As for Zhu Yi, though he had not labored as hard or rendered as much service as Lu Bai, he was like Junior Brother Sha on the pilgrimage for scriptures—if not meritorious, then at least he had endured hardship. Besides, Su Che hoped Lu Bai would not have to face future troubles alone.
Everything required comrades in the same camp. With Zhu Yi at his side, Old Lu's road ahead would be easier to walk.
Yet Su Che kept all this buried in his heart. A man walking through this world naturally would not spill every word from his mouth. Brotherhood lay in understanding one another's hearts; even if he said nothing, Lu Bai could still feel it.
If he truly had any family in this world, then Lu Bai counted as one.
He clearly had two brothers, yet had never felt much for either of them. But this subordinate who had toiled and rushed about