Book 8: Chapter 70: Returning Home
“Lord Lu,” said Long Jia Wei in a strained voice.
“Yes?” asked Sen, his eyes never wavering from the horizon.
“You should go.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll—” Sen started.
“Lord Lu,” Long Jia Wei said through clenched teeth. “I am begging you to go. You’re literally vibrating with impatience. Frankly, I’m concerned the wagon will fall to pieces if this continues.”
Sen looked at Long Jia Wei and then down at himself. The other man was right. He was actually, physically vibrating. They were so close now that Sen could practically hear Ai laughing. It would just be another two or three days, and it wasn’t as though the caravan had no defenders. Sen suspected that He Jietang could probably defend the entire caravan by himself, to say nothing of Long Jia Wei, Glimmer of Night, Shen Mingxia, and the other cultivators Sen had hired as instructors. Anything short of a nascent soul cultivator or one of the truly powerful spirit beasts from the inner wilds would pose no real threat. Plus, with three nascent soul cultivators so close by, he doubted any of those spirit beasts were likely to come anywhere in the vicinity. The caravan genuinely did not need him to stay. He looked into the back and saw Shen Mingxia nodding her head with more vigor than was strictly required.
“Very well,” he said, not even trying to hide his glee before he looked at Glimmer of Night. “Do you want to come now?”
Glimmer of Night looked at him with his strange impassive human disguise and shook his head.
“I like the wagon,” said the spider before a slight frown marred the impassivity of his expression. “May I have it?”