"When are you leaving, Fellow Daoist?" Chen Li inquired.
"Immediately, to avoid unnecessary complications," Xu Ping answered.
"It's a pity that you've been at my clan's land for so long, Fellow Daoist Xu, and we haven't had a chance to properly host you. After the beast tide passes, we'll definitely have a proper welcoming," Chen Li said with a smile.
"You're too kind, Fellow Daoist. I've been here for so long, I hope I haven't been a bother," Xu Ping humbly responded with clasped hands.
"No need for such courtesy between us," Chen Li laughed.
"Indeed, then I shall take my leave."
"Take care."
As Chen Li and the members of the Chen clan watched, Xu Ping and several Qi Cultivation disciples from Qiu Xuan Mountain boarded the flying boat, heading north.
...
...
Several days later.
The sun shone brightly, the sky was washed clear, its brilliance entrancing to behold.
A spiritual boat sliced through the low clouds, leaving ripples in the sky.
