"What on earth is happening up there? Why hasn't Senior Brother come back after all this time? Whether it worked or not, there should be an answer by now."
Two Daoists were in the secluded bamboo cottage.
One paced; the other sat.
Chuiyunzi, who looked like a young man, paced back and forth, worry written all over his face. Every so often, he glanced at Nanmingzi meditating in the corner and muttered, "If we'd told him about the supreme treasure on Azure Dragon Ridge, there'd be a lot less uncertainty. Senior Brother, didn't you bring it up when you went back? Why did you decide not to mention it once you returned?"
A vein stood out on Nanmingzi's forehead. He opened his eyes. "Second Senior Brother has gone himself, so there's no need to worry. This will also let us see what sort of foundation the Marquis of Linru County has. And stop pacing! Find somewhere to sit!"
He was irritated himself. He had meant to meditate and calm his mind, but Chuiyunzi's pacing had thrown his thoughts into disarray.
"I'm worried, that's all!"
Chuiyunzi could not settle down. He was about to speak again when—
Suddenly!
A bundle of cloth appeared from thin air before them. It unfurled in midair, spreading wide in the blink of an eye, then became a long sleeve. The sleeve swept open, revealing two figures within.
They were Jiezhuzi and Chen Cuo!
Chuiyunzi froze at the sight, then broke into delight. He was about to speak when a figure flashed past him: Nanmingzi had already stepped forward.
"Greetings, my Lord!" Not a trace of Nanmingzi's composure remained. Beaming, he cupped his hands. "Now that you're here, my Lord, we're fellow disciples from this day on!"
Chen Cuo returned the salute with a smile. "I'll