"Then let's agree on one month. How does that sound?"
Zou Feng was a major client, after all. For the *Xiangrui*, waiting a month was entirely worthwhile and acceptable.
So, Huo Qishan said decisively, "Alright. We'll wait for you here, near the coast, for one month, Fellow Daoist Zou."
"If you're delayed and can't make it back within a month, Fellow Daoist Zou, then I'm afraid we won't be able to wait any longer…"
Zou Feng nodded. "Of course."
Having said that, Zou Feng paid a sum of spirit stones as a deposit, then cupped his hands in farewell and departed.
'Delayed? What could possibly delay me?'
Returning to the lands of the former Great Yan, Zou Feng couldn't imagine anything that could possibly delay him.
'After all, with my current strength, in a place like Great Yan, there was only one word to describe me—invincible!'
'So, if I really *am* delayed, it most likely means… something has happened to Bian Yixia or Tian Yun.'
