Little Qing Yi still forced a smile and slowly shook her head.
"Very well..." The black-robed man nodded, no longer insisting. Instead, he said, "In that case, let me take you part of the way..."
"I know you don't want to reveal the whereabouts of the person you wish to take as your master. I'll only take you five thousand li, to make things a little easier for you."
Taking her five thousand li would spare her half the journey. It would let her make it within two months without exposing the senior's residence, as she feared.
The black-robed figure's proposal could not have been more considerate.
Yet unexpectedly, little Qing Yi still shook her head. "The senior in white told me to walk there. Even if he can't see me, Yiyi wouldn't dare cheat."
She simply remembered what Su Mo had said: if you can walk to the place I gave you within two months, I will take you as my disciple.
The man in black said nothing more. He merely gazed, somewhat lost in thought, at the clouds and mist winding around the mountains stretching ten thousand li.
Seeing that the man in black had fallen silent, little Qing Yi bowed once more to his back, then rose and stepped into the rain...
The wind and rain were slightly chilly as they battered that frail body.
Ten thousand li was an immense distance, as distant as the horizon. Yet little Qing Yi still headed toward that faraway direction, walking toward her path to immortality.
The long journey of ten thousand li was bitter, but how could it compare to the bitterness of the path to immortality...
That tiny body disappeared into the wind and rain. Every step was exceedingly difficult, yet exceedingly firm.
Only after little Qing Yi's