The next day, in the morning.
At Qilu City's high-speed rail station, Zhang Fan and his group finally ended their journey to East Mountain and set off on their return.
Wei Qingsong made a special trip to see them off, and even brought Zhang Fan some local specialties from East Mountain—ten catties of bean curd sticks, twenty bags of hand-pulled chicken.
This time, he really managed to ingratiate himself, not only obediently following Zhang Fan's orders, but also establishing good relations with Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu, just waiting for the transfer order back to Shangjing City.
In Wei Qingsong's heart, Zhang Fan's group of Daoists from White Crane Temple would never let his loyalty go to waste.
"Brother Fan, is everything settled here?"
After getting in the car, Liu Xingchui couldn't help but ask.
"Mm."
Zhang Fan nodded, saying no more. Some things were best left known to as few people as possible.
