"I appreciate your kindness, but there's no need for a meal. I'm just passing through," Zhang Fan replied casually.
Once he found Jiang Lai, he would leave; he didn't want to cause any unnecessary complications.
"Very well. When you get to Qilu City, Daoist Brother, if there's anything you need, just come find me at the East Mountain Province Daoist Alliance."
Saying this, Wei Qingsong gave a slight bow and left with Lin Xiaoke in tow.
He knew very well that experts like Zhang Fan had their own tempers; overzealous flattery would only make the other party uncomfortable. If irritated, he couldn't bear the consequences.
"What's wrong with you? Ate too many soybeans or something?"
They hadn't gone far before Wei Qingsong's angry rebuke rang out.
"Next stop, Qilu City Station..."
Just then, an announcement sounded in the carriage. Zhang Fan got up, gathered his luggage, and prepared to get off.
