That night, Jiang Man cleaned the Stable.
"Three years in the blink of an eye. I've spent three years cleaning here, brushing horses for three years."
"I'm leaving tomorrow. I probably won't come back."
Compared with the sect, Falling Cloud City was not prosperous.
Besides, there was nothing here worth Jiang Man coming back for.
The road ahead was long.
His talent destined him for an extraordinary life.
It also destined him for plenty of trouble.
In the short term, he might not even have a chance to look back.
Let alone return.
"If you don't reach Foundation Establishment soon, you won't be coming back either," Old Yellow Ox said beside him.
It munched grass without the slightest emotion.
Where it was seemed to make no difference to it.
"Also, you need to take the three characters of Meng Qiewei's name with you. They can't be too far from me," Old Yellow Ox said.
Jiang Man looked stunned. "Old Huang, do you want me to keep her writing so that one day, when her true body comes over, she'll think I treasure what she left behind, and I can win her favor?"
Old Yellow Ox stared at Jiang Man for a long while before saying, "She left a trick in her name. If it gets too far away, I won't be able to suppress it."
Jiang Man nodded, entirely unembarrassed. "Oh, I see. Then I'll cut the name out and put it on you."
Old Yellow Ox kept munching grass. "If you still haven't successfully reached Foundation Establishment when I see you again, you can probably start choosing a burial plot with good feng shui."
Jiang Man nodded.
They would meet again sometime in September. That was about right.
But to be safe, he decided to ask about the Foundation