Xin'an Prefecture, outside Yingjing, the Chu Capital.
Boyang Mountain.
Following Wang Ke's directions, Song Yan steered the Red Dust Chariot down to a spot among the mountains, and the party disembarked from the flying boat.
His agreement with this employer was about to end, and he would receive the last portion of Truefall Vine. Little Song was in excellent spirits.
He looked at Wang Ke and asked casually, "Now that we've reached the Chu Capital, what are your plans?"
The protective Restriction on him had been destroyed. Without anyone to protect him, something could easily happen to him.
"Yuan Zhen destroyed my protective Restriction. According to my sect's rules, I must end my travels early and return to the Central Region to report the situation." "How will you get back?"
The Central Region was a very long way from the Chu Kingdom.
Wang Ke chuckled and turned his palm over, revealing a white stone.
The white stone shattered with a pop, its spiritual light transforming into a length of withered vine gleaming with a golden sheen.
"That, I'm afraid, I can't disclose." Wang Ke handed over the spirit medicine, his tone relaxed, without any sign of anxious apprehension.
"Thank you for escorting me this time, Fellow Daoist Song. If we have the chance to meet again, we must share drinks and good conversation."
A chance to meet again?
Heh, perhaps.
During these travels, Song Yan had encountered a few familiar faces from time to time because the Chu Kingdom was only so large.
There were even several whose whereabouts he already knew, whom he had deliberately sought out.
But beyond the Chu Kingdom-never mind the Central Region-even in the surrounding nine kingdoms of the Southern Region, what chance was there of meeting again amid that boundless sea of people?
Perhaps