Zhou Chen hurriedly caught his companion, his expression utterly grim. The three left in disgrace, their retreating figures frantic.
Outside the courtyard, Zhao Huaizhen finally dared to approach, a sheen of cold sweat still on his forehead.
He bowed respectfully. "Exalted Immortal, about this..."
"It's fine."
Song Yan waved a hand. "This is a grievance between our two sects. You needn't worry, City Lord."
"City Lord Zhao, we've troubled you quite a bit these past few days."
Zhao Huaizhen hurriedly said, "You're too kind, Immortal Master! Being able to serve you is my good fortune."
Song Yan nodded slightly and said to Xiao Ju, "Our business in Yunxi City is more or less settled. Pack our things. We'll set out tomorrow."
"Yes," Xiao Ju replied.
The following morning, Song Yan politely declined Zhao Huaizhen's farewell banquet and left the City Lord's residence with Xiao Ju.
"Senior Song, I think that City Lord wanted you to guide his daughter's cultivation..."
Song Yan raised an eyebrow. "Did he come looking for you while I was in seclusion these past few days?"
Ju Luyi nodded.
Zhao Huaizhen's daughter seemed to be a promising immortal seedling with a Spiritual Root, though her aptitude was unknown.
He had been hoping Song Yan would offer her some guidance on the path of cultivation.
But she had yet to formally enter an immortal sect or practice an Immortal Method. Offering guidance now would be meaningless.
Still, Song Yan could fully understand Zhao Huaizhen's feelings. Like many parents in his previous life, he always wanted his child to win at the starting line.
Leaving aside whether such starting and finishing lines existed, surely the child had to step onto the track before discussing such things.
The two chatted as they walked toward the ferry.
The morning mist had