"Alright, we'll discuss this when we get back. Let's go."
Wang Zhanshan said, his face devoid of expression, then turned to the monk leading the way.
The monk smiled. "Benefactor, you are not a disciple of our sect. You may leave at any time."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui hurried back to his lodgings, grabbed the tattered clothes, belt, and shoes he had changed out of, and fell in behind Wang Zhanshan.
The group descended the mountain.
Just as the group was making their way down the mountain, Nun Lejing and an elderly monk suddenly appeared before the gate.
Gazing at Zhao Rui's departing figure, the old monk pressed his palms together. "Junior Sister Liao Jing, did you notice anything unusual?"
"The relics gave no warning."
The old monk nodded and recited the Buddha's name. "That is for the best. With the Divine Sword's light now dimmed, the task of its restoration falls to you, Junior Sister."
"Rest assured, Senior Brother! I understand!"
...
「The next day.」
