Chapter 893: The Secret Of Immortal Dao (6)
Li Xiaofei mounted a horse, while Kou Zhengyang, Li Yiyun, and Yang Zhao also followed on horseback. Lu Jiansheng and his three fellow disciples trailed behind them.
Since Xue Qing had been crippled and could no longer ride, they had rented a carriage for him to travel with the group. And so, the party departed from Fengyin City at a steady pace, neither hurried nor slow.
“You’re a prefect. Isn’t it a problem for you to leave your post like this?” Li Xiaofei asked casually.
Kou Zhengyang responded quickly and respectfully, “I’ve governed this region for many years, and the administrative system runs smoothly. Taking a leave for three to five months will not affect the common people in the slightest. Moreover, this journey is of great importance. As your disciple, it is only right that I accompany and serve my master closely.”
Li Xiaofei rubbed his temples in frustration. He had already told them not to use titles like master, yet now, not only was Li Yiyun doing it, even Kou Zhengyang and Yang Zhao had also joined in. They stubbornly clung to the term, no matter what he said.
Damn it.
He was still so young; he really didn’t want to be anyone’s teacher yet. But Kou Zhengyang and the others clearly didn’t share that sentiment. The more time they spent cultivating and learning by Li Xiaofei’s side, the more they came to realize the terrifying depth of his strength, and the vastness of his knowledge in martial arts. It was as boundless as the sea of stars and smoke.
Many times, an offhand remark from Li Xiaofei would illuminate their minds, lifting the fog of confusion and granting them sudden, profound clarity. If, at the beginning, Li Xiaofei had seemed like a divine mountain, towering, unreachable, and awe-inspiring, then now, he felt like a celestial star in the heavens. It was distant, radiant, and forever beyond their grasp.
This... this must be what a true immortal is.
Along the journey, Li Xiaofei continued to teach and explain the Dao of cultivation whenever he found the time.
Whenever he spoke, Lu Jiansheng and his fellow sect members would quietly edge closer, listening attentively with ears perked. Eventually, they even began asking questions from time to time. Every single one of them was answered patiently by Li Xiaofei, who dispelled their doubts without hesitation.
Their trip was accompanied by the sound of strings and flutes. This was because Chicken Bro, along with his two courtesans, would frequently throw little parties. They were playing music, singing songs, drinking wine, and composing poetry. They carried on with carefree elegance, treating everyone else like they were invisible.