The crimson sun began its ascent, casting down rays of golden light.
Outside Yongning City, Zhu Huaishan boarded a southbound carriage, then poked his head out and waved to Zhao Lin.
"My disciple, don't see me off any further. You should hurry to the sect."
Zhao Lin nodded firmly. "Master, when will you be back?"
"In a couple of years, I expect. I'm going to pass the cultivation techniques and medicinal formulas to Gao Yuan, and I'll come back once he's able to support the Liuhe Sect by himself."
"Then please be careful on your journey."
"Don't worry. These old bones of your master can still take a bit of a beating..."
The driver cracked his whip, and the carriage wheels began to turn with speed.
Zhao Lin stood there for a long time. Only after the carriage had shrunk to a tiny black dot on the horizon did he turn and head back toward the city.
