"I was being too cautious. In that case, I'll trouble you to lead the way, Fellow Daoist Zhuang," Song Changsheng said with a bow.
"We've known each other for almost ten years. There's no need for such formalities between us; it just makes us seem distant. From now on, why don't we call each other by name?"
Song Changsheng heard her and realized she had a point. They had been through life and death together on several occasions; constantly calling each other "Fellow Daoist" did seem to create a distance.
"Alright then, Yuechan. Let's go make our own preparations. We'll meet tomorrow at 7:00 AM."
"Alright."
...
In truth, there wasn't much to prepare. Song Changsheng just went to find Yinn Shang and asked him to look after the turtle egg.
Normally, it would need to be fed Essence Blood daily, but a Cultivator's Essence Blood, hair, and other such things could not be casually given to others. Even blood shed in battle had to be destroyed if the opportunity arose.
