Ah Huai reacted quickly. Seeing Shuang Yun's silence and the atmosphere turning cold, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, thank you, we made a mistake, thank you very much."
Fang Qingmeng suddenly said, "About half a month later, our Thousand Crane Sect will head south. The six of you should get ready and come with us, and then stay at our Thousand Crane Sect.
First, we'll test your Profound Roots. Those with Profound Roots can enter my sect and become my disciples.
Those without, become stewards."
"Ah?"
Even with Ah Huai's steady temperament, he was shocked and opened his mouth wide with disbelief, almost unable to believe his ears.
The Thousand Crane Sect, what a colossal entity it was up high!
A steward of the Thousand Crane Sect was so prestigious outside; he not only imagined it but had seen it with his own eyes.
That was simply... like an emperor touring.
But now, he might become a disciple of the Thousand Crane Sect, and even if not, at worst, a steward of the Thousand Crane Sect.
This...
Not only Ah Huai, but Shuang Yun, Xiao Huan, and others were all stunned, as if in a dream, turning into wooden people for a while, with their minds buzzing.
Fang Qingmeng smiled faintly and said, "I'm at least a Crimson Palace cultivator, just so insufficient, would you be unwilling even if I want to take those among you with aptitude as my disciples?"
Ah Huai, Xiao Huan, Shuang Yun, and the others hurriedly tried to kneel.
Fang Qingmeng did not accept their kneeling, lifting a hand slightly, the ground seemed to have a refreshing spring breeze lifting the six of them up.
Then, Fang Qingmeng tossed out six small Jade Tokens, saying, "Get ready in the next few days and come to the sect in advance. Don't miss the time."
With that, this white-clothed fairy turned and elegantly left.
In the distance, a faint voice floated in the wind.
"Just call me Qingmeng Zhenren. If bullied, report my name, and I'll... back you up."
...
...
Half a month later.
The cicadas' chirping grew more urgent.
The blazing sunlight penetrated the forest shade.
A massive Yellow-skinned Gourd was surrounded by strands of Profound Qi, with a three-story pavilion standing on it, floating on the long wind like a boat riding the waves.
A gust of wind blew, and the Yellow-skinned Gourd pushed through the sea of clouds, heading south.
On the gourd were many Thousand Crane Sect cultivators, along with Shuang Yun, Ah Huai, and others...
However, Ah Huai is no longer called Ah Huai now. How could one who joined the Thousand Crane Sect not have a surname?
He is now called Li Huai.
The rest of the children who were beggars also took the surname Li.
On a lonely cliff, Song Yan watched the Yellow-skinned Gourd disappear into the distance, his Divine Sense heedlessly sweeping over everyone on the gourd, watching Shuang Yun, Ah Huai, and Xiao Huan leave...
He had long known his karmic ties were too great, that even a little involvement would cause mortals to perish miserably, their souls scattered.
So, he could never again sit at a table with those children eating wontons; Ah Huai could no longer bring a hot bowl to him, concernedly saying, "Uncle Li, eat slowly"; Shuang Yun could no longer look at him with that gaze, eager to confess, afraid of rejection; Xiao Huan could no longer be held in his arms, having her hair ruffled, making funny faces, and saying, 'A quack is also a good person, right'...
Song Yan couldn't imagine the courage those six people mustered to dare to come to the Thousand Crane Sect to seek him.
But the reply they received was that "there is no Dr. Li."
At that moment, what their mood would be like, he couldn't imagine either.
Song Yan withdrew his Divine Sense, sighed softly, shook his head, and then smiled, murmuring to himself: 'Got used to it.'
...
The Yellow-skinned Gourd was large, and each separate room was quite nice.
Xiao Huan was lying in front of a window looking out, happy but with a hint of sorrow hidden within her happiness.
Shuang Yun, Li Huai, and the three other children no longer beggars were also looking at the sea of clouds.
This was a view they had never seen in their entire lives, never even thought they could see.
Xiao Huan in her babyish voice muttered, "It would be nice if Uncle Li were here too."
Li Huai went up, patted the little girl's head, and said, "Uncle Li is always here."
Xiao Huan looked around in surprise, suddenly excitedly shouting, "Uncle Li? Uncle Li?"
She shouted while running, even crawling on the floor to look under the bed, opening the wardrobe to peer inside, but found no trace of Song Yan. Eventually, she stood foolishly in place and suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor outside, so she hurriedly ran, tiptoed to open the door, and nervously called, "Dad?"
But outside the door was empty, naturally with no response.
Xiao Huan's face flushed red with anger, "Liar! Bad brother lies, Aunt Shuang lies, Uncle Li... also lies!"
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, tears falling continuously.
Shuang Yun closed the door, held her in her arms, and comforted her softly.
She already understood that person's thoughts.
Also understood that person's arrangements.
Not only her, but Li Huai also did, and the other children would understand a bit more when they grew up.
But she wondered whether that person would know they already understood?
If they could meet again, she must say "thank you" to him.
...
Song Yan stood for a long time before withdrawing his gaze. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Tang Fan, who was originally sitting on a distant rock, had already disappeared.
This place was not in his original pavilion but elsewhere.
This place was told to him by Fang Qingmeng.
Fang Qingmeng said the Yellow-skinned Gourd would go south from here.
So he brought Tang Fan here and then watched the distance, seemingly immersed in memories, for a moment ignoring the subtle changes in the outside environment.
And then...
Sure enough, Tang Fan was gone.
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