"Sir."
Qin Shi was practicing Stance Walking. When he saw Li Ping'an, he ran over from a distance.
"Where's your master?"
Qin Shi said, "He hasn't woken up yet."
Ever since that day, after he fought off the enemy atop the White Jade Capital.
The old Celestial Master had remained unconscious, and there was no telling how much longer he would sleep.
"I... I was just about to say goodbye to you, sir. The matter with the Demon Race is settled, so tomorrow... tomorrow I'll be taking Master back to Dragon-Tiger Mountain."
Even after all these years, Qin Shi still spoke with a slight stammer.
"That's good, too."
Li Ping'an handed Qin Shi some pastries he had made.
They would serve as a small token of his regard.
Li Ping'an said, "If you're worried about the old Celestial Master, you can stay a few more days."
The old Celestial Master still had not woken up.
"N-no need. My master has a thick hide." Qin Shi knew his master very well.
"Besides... if, if we don't leave soon, he'll start pestering you to return the White Jade Capital."
Li Ping'an smiled helplessly.
That... was certainly true.
Then Li Ping'an went to visit a few more friends.
The Octopus Swordsman's condition had improved, and he could speak now.
After Jing Yu delivered his strongest sword strike.
Although he had been badly injured, he had been extremely excited these past two days.
He kept muttering things about being the strongest Swordmaster, a sword immortal, and the like.
He pestered Changqing until his head hurt. Even when Changqing chanted Buddhist sutras and ignored him.
The fellow could still entertain himself, rattling on and on.
Changqing now fully understood what Li Ping'an meant when he said Jing Yu's mouth seemed to be rented.
"Amitabha. We