Withered Zen Master's smile was so pure that it made people want to punch his teeth out. Baiyu instinctively felt that staying to watch might reveal something undesirable, possibly even give him a sty, but curiosity is a difficult interest to control.
"Then I'll take my leave first, Withered Zen Master. I'll come to visit you again tomorrow."
Baiyu calmly suppressed his curiosity.
In terms of courting death, he absolutely wouldn't involve himself; he wanted to live a bit longer. The Withered Zen Master nodded without trying to keep him.
Baiyu descended the stone steps slowly.
Unlike going up the mountain, when coming down, the feeling of resistance underfoot was gone, it felt very light and carefree. Presumably, this was the handiwork of Withered Zen Master.
Soon, Baiyu reached the foot of the mountain.
