Zhang Xiaohua spoke very softly. Valley Master Nie merely nodded, then reached out and patted his shoulder to show that he understood. Watching from a distance, Steward Yang felt as though he were witnessing a father-in-law and son-in-law parting ways.
Then Zhang Xiaohua patted Huanhuan and followed Steward Yang away. From afar, he turned back and clasped his hands toward the Hui Chun Valley party, who remained where they were without taking a step. Only then did he turn around and catch up with the Incense-Passing Cult convoy, gradually vanishing into the distance.
Watching Zhang Xiaohua become a mere black dot, Nie Qianrong rode up beside Valley Master Nie and said, "Father, I have long wished to remind you of something, but since I married out early, I did not dare rashly discuss the valley's affairs. Now that the Incense-Passing Cult Envoy has left, I truly cannot hold it in any longer. I want to..."
Valley Master Nie smiled. "You are still worried that Young Hero Ren will bring trouble upon Hui Chun Valley, aren't you?"
Nie Qianrong's face burned as she murmured, "Although Young Hero Ren has shown kindness to Hui Chun Valley, still..."
Valley Master Nie waved a hand. "Qian Rong, remember this: Young Hero Ren's kindness toward Hui Chun Valley is as weighty as mountains. You need not know the particulars. What we have done is merely a price that had to be paid. Besides, matters have already reached this point. Even if something goes wrong, talking about it now would be useless. Why dwell on it?"
Nie Qianrong nodded. "It is only Xiao Yu..."
Yue Zhonglin also stepped forward at this moment. "Father-in-law, this Young Hero Ren is a rare man indeed. Letting him go just like that, Xiao Yu is bound to be lovesick."
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