Daoist Wang took his leave, leaving Hou Niao, the mole, uneasy. Delivering something to Liuyang-how could it be such a coincidence?
After turning it over in his mind, he felt he might be overthinking things. His only connection with Liuyang was Daoist Chongling, and their plan had been made back in Anhe's Divine Capital. Surely even an immortal could not have discovered it?
He made up his mind. This journey was solely to deliver gifts; he absolutely must not seek out Daoist Chongling. Besides, even if they met, there would be little to say. A mole as low-ranking as him had no important information to pass on.
Since he was going on a long journey, he still needed to make a few preparations, putting fresh water, dried meat, and changes of clothing in his Treasure Gourd. The gourd had limited space, and he also needed to fit a spare longsword inside, leaving little room for miscellaneous belongings.
Food was essential. Although there were countless roadside inns with stables along the main road, who knew whether something unexpected might happen? At his current stage, he ate a great deal. Only upon reaching Grain Avoidance could cultivators slowly reduce their food intake, and only after Profound Connection could they completely free themselves from dependence on food. It was a process; being able to draw in qi did not mean one could feast on rosy clouds and drink the dew.
The bundle Daoist Wang had left him on the horse contained twenty Spirit Stones. This was hard currency, neither generous nor stingy, but entirely measured-just like the nature of the Commandant Prefecture's duties.
People generally said farewell to their friends before a long journey, but he discovered that there was actually no one in Jincheng for him to bid farewell to. His circle