Zhang Zidao mercilessly pointed out my actual height, but all of a sudden, he realized something important, "Good disciple, you called me master!! My disciple called me master."
The old man was so happy he started spinning in place, while I was tragically on the verge of crying on the spot.
Fortunately, my current mindset still allowed for some self-comfort, "Being shorter means I have a lower center of gravity, which gives me a stable stance, it has its pros and cons."
"Good disciple, your center of gravity still has room to go even lower," Zhang Zidao said with an unfathomable smile, walking behind me and patting my shoulder, "As the Blood-weeping Syndrome gets worse day by day, your stance will become even more stable."
"Master... are you joking?" The more I called him master, the thicker my skin became.
Zhang Zidao snapped his fingers, "Why not go to the barber shop and get a perm, if you're not tall enough, your hairstyle can make up for it."
Master, I hope you never get Blood-weeping Syndrome in this lifetime!
"Young Madam, let me go with you," Shenshen suggested as I was packing my bags.
Without even looking up, I immediately refused, "This time I'm going to get treatment, I can't take care of you."
"Shenshen doesn't need you to take care of me," the little creature said, and just like that, disappeared from sight, leaving behind a warm sensation on my wrist.
I looked at my wrist, and to my surprise, it was wrapped with a bracelet of blue and yellow.
The blue part looked like it was made of jade, probably transformed from an Ice Silkworm.
The yellow part was the root system of a plant, adorned with two cute little red flowers.
Is this... Ginseng blooming?
This time, Zhang Zidao took me to Tianying Village, mainly to seek Chief Yan's help in treating my illness.
Because Blood-weeping Syndrome worsens over time, with each exacerbation causing different changes in the body's bones.
We traveled light, with the goal of reaching Tianying Village as quickly as possible.
The geographical location of Tianying Village was very remote, situated in undeveloped mountainous regions.
I followed Zhang Zidao onto a plane's first-class cabin, and after getting off,
we switched to a crowded bus heading deep into the mountains.
Along the way, I took the opportunity to ask Zhang Zidao about Yu Longting's condition.
Zhang Zidao said that Yu Longting was in seclusion to recover and told me not to worry too much.
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My gaze was lost in the endless mountain ranges, and my brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Through the thick layer of my overcoat, I felt the cheongsam's White Python embroidery.
The White Python, since its existence on the cheongsam, had never been so quiet.
No hint of Demon Qi, nor any fluctuations of Spiritual Power.
It was as lifeless as an object...
Yu Longting's true body seemed like a dead corpse.
I couldn't shake the feeling that Old Taoist Zhang was deceiving me; there wasn't a moment when I wasn't worried about Yu Longting's condition.
But there are no take-backs with an arrow released from the bow. Yu Longting traded his Life Lamp for more time before the onset of Blood-weeping Syndrome.
I could only follow Zhang Zidao, at their mercy and arrangement, to Tianying Village.
Otherwise, all of Yu Longting's efforts would have been in vain.
The bus was too stuffy, and the skylight was open.
At that moment, something cool and damp drifted in.
A passenger next to me said, "It's raining, quickly close the skylight."
Passengers seated in the aisle rose one after another, working together to close all three skylights.
I touched the rain on my face and felt something wasn't right, "Master, this rain feels off, it has the bitter taste of medicinal herbs and the rotting stench of corpses."
"Oh no, it smells like the Thousand Corpses and Ten Thousand Poisons Water from Ten Thousand Poison Hall," Zhang Zidao said with a grim look, his white hair standing on end, "This is a premeditated ambush, poured down from the nearby mountains. Good disciple, are we... in the midst of doing... that thing... Could it be so easy to be exposed and hunted down?"