"He's late," Hu Gan grumbled, sounding a little impatient. "Three days, he said. The sun has set. Maybe your 'Senior Ghost' was just a hallucination brought on by hunger."
"Watch your tongue, bandit," Ling Qiumei snapped, her hand hovering over her sword hilt. "The Senior's grace is not something a thug like you who only knows how to chase someone for their legacy, can comprehend. He saved my life. He gave me this sword. He is real."
"What? He also gave me noodles!" Hu Gan retorted, slamming his hand on the table. "Best damn noodles I ever had! And he fixed my cultivation! Do you think I'm here because I like your sour face? I'm here because I want more! I'm just… how long is he going to make us wait? I told the Sect Master about him. Yet he didn't believe me."
