Chapter 241: Going Out for a Walk
Before the elderly man who had lived with Li Yunxin in the Weicheng Dragon King Temple for several months could speak, Li Yunxin had already stepped through the door. He was just as he was in Weicheng—as dusk approached, he pushed open the door and returned from the street. He had done certain things and met certain people. Old Daoist Liu didn't know what he was plotting, but he didn't ask, only telling him how much incense money was added today and which granny from which family came to ask if he had a sweetheart—
He walked into the courtyard with a smile on his face, stared at Old Daoist Liu seriously and carefully, and let out a long breath, "Good. Now it's truly me, and you're truly you. I've come to take you out."
He and Old Daoist Liu had been separated for less than a month, but it felt like a long time had passed.
But neither of them was fond of expressing emotions outwardly, which made their meeting now calmer and more composed, as if they had long anticipated the current situation.
But there was still someone who was not calm and composed enough. That Black Saber Ying Jueran rushed forward, his eyes wide as he looked at Li Yunxin, "I brought the people!"
"But some were lost again," he immediately regretted. He first looked behind Li Yunxin, then surveyed the people in the courtyard, "Do you know that a mysterious thing happened? You are someone who understands Daoist Arts; can you tell me what on earth happened?"
Ying Jueran's behavior was abrupt and abnormal. The expression on his face also didn't look like a normal person's; it seemed like he had gone astray in his cultivation or had some mental disturbance.
Li Yunxin slightly frowned and looked at Old Daoist Liu.
Old Daoist Liu stepped forward to first gently comfort Ying Jueran, then briefly told Li Yunxin about what had just happened. But Black Saber felt he wasn't detailed enough and quickly snatched the words, pouring out everything he "saw" in one go. His expression was anxious as he spoke, and his tone was rapid, as if what he was saying weren't words but a poison forced into his body by someone—and he needed to pour it out as soon as possible.