Yun Qing had made up his mind. Whoever wanted this job could do it. He was done catering to him.
Behind them, Luo Qinglian watched the two insist on leaving, boredom written all over his face, and repeatedly tried to stop them.
"You're really leaving? I spent all that time looking forward to this, and this is all you give me?"
Yun Qing kept walking.
Luo Qinglian complained:
"Why do young people these days have so little backbone?"
"You should have the courage to draw your swords against your elders!"
"Especially you, Yun Qing!"
"You just learned to wield a sword domain. Don't you want to try beating me back into my original form?"
The corner of Yun Qing's mouth twitched.
Him, beat the Azure Lotus Sword Master?
No, he had no such ambition. None whatsoever.
Luo Qinglian continued coaxing him patiently. "What if you succeed?"
Yun Qing finally stopped.
Luo Qinglian brightened with delight.
Yun Qing turned around politely.
"Senior."
"Bao Jian and I have spent a long time contemplating the sword in Myriad Lotus Heaven. Uncle Lan must be growing anxious outside by now."
"The Southern Mountain Lineage rakes in gold by the day, and Uncle's time is incredibly precious. We really shouldn't delay his handling of clan affairs any further on our account."
"So,"
He cupped his hands again.
"We shall take our leave! Thank you, Senior!"
Luo Qinglian: "..."
Who do you think you're fooling?
Luo Qinglian tried to speak again.
Yun Qing bade him farewell again.
Luo Qinglian asked him to stay again.
Yun Qing bade him farewell again.
Back and forth they went, with three full rounds of farewells and invitations to stay.
In the end, impeccably courteous yet extraordinarily firm, Yun Qing dragged Yun Baojian out of Myriad Lotus Heaven, while the latter