Yang An was surprised that Senior Sister Wen Yin had agreed so readily.
He had thought she would surely say something more.
"Then we shall impose."
Yang An cupped his fist at Jing Yan Daoist and Pan Shi.
"It's no trouble. I will have someone show you two fellow Daoists to your rooms to rest," Jing Yan Daoist said with a polite smile.
Pan Shi's face lit up, and he immediately stepped forward.
"Martial Uncle, let me be the one to show Fellow Daoist Yang and his companion into the sect."
"Very well. Then I'll leave it to you, Martial Nephew."
Yang An was more than happy to be escorted by Pan Shi, and he and Senior Sister Wen Yin immediately followed him away.
Once Yang An's party had left, Jing Yan Daoist led his people onward toward the ruined temple.
Meanwhile, the trio was on the road, heading toward the Mountain Gate of Sansong Mountain.
The pair learned from Pan Shi that they were only on the outskirts of Sansong Mountain; the Mountain Gate was still some distance away.
