Mo Hua nodded lightly, "Thank you, Master Fan; I will remember your kindness."
Fan Jin was overjoyed but remained humble on the surface, saying:
"It was nothing, Young Master. You speak too highly. Whenever you need any assistance in the future, feel free to call on me. I, Fan, will surely do my utmost to help."
Mo Hua smiled, bowed, and said, "Alright."
A great weight was lifted from Fan Jin’s heart, and he smiled as he bid farewell, leaving in light steps.
After Fan Jin left, Master Gu was still somewhat worried.
"Young master, perhaps you should depart for Taixu Gate early? I’m afraid..."
Master Gu didn’t say it outright, but Mo Hua understood.
He thought for a moment and nodded, "That’s fine, but before that, there’s one more thing..."
Mo Hua paused briefly, his gaze meaningful, "I need to see someone."
...
In front of a magnificent residence in the northwest of Solitary Mountain City.
A middle-aged cultivator, holding a folding fan and looking cultured, instructed a disciple of the Shen Family:
"The Pill Master of the clan checked, and it seems Young Master Qing was merely frightened, which caused panic. It shouldn’t be anything serious. You should report to Elder Shouxing early; after all, he has only one son... There are some matters in my sect that need to be dealt with, so I won’t stay any longer."
"Yes."
After giving his instructions, the middle-aged cultivator got into a carriage, leaving the Shen Family Mansion and heading south along the street, eventually leaving the city gate and heading towards the outskirts of Solitary Mountain.
Inside the carriage, the middle-aged cultivator closed his eyes to rest, but his brows were furrowed, clearly troubled.
The desolate mountain scenery around him slipped away.
The carriage drove further and further from Solitary Mountain City.
After traveling for an hour, passing by a desolate forest, the middle-aged cultivator suddenly opened his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, then sighed deeply and shook his head helplessly.
"Stop the carriage."
The carriage stopped, the middle-aged cultivator paused for a moment, got off, and instructed the driver: "Wait for me here."
"Yes," the disciple bowed in response.
The middle-aged cultivator then plunged alone into the side’s desolate forest.
The barren forest was deserted; thick layers of dead yellow leaves covered the ground, rustling underfoot.
The middle-aged cultivator walked into the forest, stepping on the fallen leaves, continuing forward for about a hundred steps, then looked up to see a young cultivator with refined eyebrows and deep eyes sitting on the bough before him.
The middle-aged cultivator looked at the young man ahead and bowed with a sigh, "It’s been a long time since we parted outside Li Mountain City."
Mo Hua nodded, "Indeed, it’s been a long time."
His gaze was deep as he scrutinized the cultivator in front of him.
And this person was the same middle-aged cultivator who traveled with Young Master Yun and the skeletal elder.
Back in South Yue City and the ruined temple outside Li State City, he had had some interactions with him.
However, Mo Hua never expected him to be an elder of the Shen Family.