After speaking, he directly stuffed the silver tickets into Huang An's hands, bowed in farewell, and turned away.
The Madam saw that the young Taoist priest was unwilling to accept more, and knew that many cultivators indeed have such a straightforward causal outlook. Concerned about her son, she did not insist.
As Zheng Zetian stepped out of the Huang Family's carriage compartment, he walked a distance and suddenly stopped, turning his head to look at the ugly maidservant following him. He said nothing, just stared at her.
The maidservant coldly spoke,
"I'll go to the dining car to fetch food."
Zheng Zetian replied,
"What a coincidence, I'm headed there too."
So neither spoke, walking silently to the carriage door, where no one was guarding the cat-ear railway. Perhaps they were inspecting economy class or ghost class.
