Mo Chen sighed. "She's grown up. It's time for her to go back."
"Senior…"
"Heh. She's a good kid. She's spent so many years keeping a dying old man like me company. It's time for her to walk her own path. People will be here to pick her up in a few days."
Wang Meng nodded and didn't press the issue. In the time they had spent together, Wang Meng could sense that Mo Chen was extraordinarily powerful, but everyone had their secrets. 'If there's something I need to know, Mo Chen will tell me.'
The two of them had a good rapport. Mo Chen no longer held any hope for advancement; the Celestial Dao was vast and immortality was a fleeting dream. In fact, the years since he had given up had been his happiest and most peaceful. But before he passed on, Mo Chen still wanted to accomplish something.
Of course, he knew the Sect had sent Little Cheng to appeal to his emotions. Sometimes in life, it's better not to see things too clearly.
「Three days later.」
