For a moment, countless thoughts raced through his mind. After weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately decided to sit back and observe, muttering to himself, "Daoist Li, this Senior Liu's mana is far from what it used to be. You must ensure no flaws are revealed."
Zhang Yan followed Sister Guanrong to a desolate cliff. The place was overrun with withered vines and wild grass, cast in shadows where no sunlight reached, making it damp and chillingly eerie.
Sister Guanrong seemed unwilling to linger here. She wrinkled her nose and pointed toward a nearby cave mansion. "Brother Daoist, I won't accompany you further. Senior Liu has an eccentric temperament, and I'd rather not see him. Go in yourself."
She produced a Dharma talisman and handed it to Zhang Yan. "If you get a chance to come out later, activate this talisman, and I'll come to fetch you."
Zhang Yan nodded, cupped his hands in farewell, adjusted his robes, and strode toward the cave mansion.
