Seeing Shen Mo agree, the tension in Shen Zhiyun's heart finally eased.
"You wait here for me!"
Shen Mo returned to the sect to pack up.
When he came out again, as agreed, he ventured down the mountain with Shen Zhiyun.
The two of them headed for Tianyou City together.
Even though Shen Zhiyun was significantly senior to Shen Mo in terms of generation, in Shen Mo's presence, Shen Zhiyun was very tactful, addressing him as Immortal Master and not daring to use their familial titles.
Shen Mo was quite satisfied with this and did not put on airs by insisting he needn't be so formal or reserved.
After all, he was not one to be overly modest or deferential by nature.
He also didn't feel any particular kinship towards this uncle who had suddenly appeared.
That he was willing to descend from the mountain and lend a hand was already giving considerable face.
At the foot of Linjiang Mountain, in front of an inn outside Jiyun Town, two fine horses were tethered.
