Xu Chunliang said, "Master, this is where you're wrong. Yan Hong is an adult. Wherever he wants to go, whatever he wants to do, he's responsible for himself. Whether you suspect he's missing or dead, you should go to the police, not to us."
Yuanrong nodded. "Since you two refuse to speak, this old monk can only take his leave. I'll go back and burn incense to deliver him from suffering."
Xiahou Mulan watched Yuanrong's departing back, a faint layer of melancholy veiling her eyes. Although Yuanrong had left the secular world, that didn't mean his influence in the Sect of Tiredness was gone; who knew what he might do next.
Xu Chunliang said, "That monk won't let this go. You need to be careful of his revenge."
Xiahou Mulan said, "You should worry more about yourself."
Xu Chunliang lowered his voice. "In for a penny, in for a pound—just cut him off. Then there'll be no future trouble."
