Everyone began to pack up their equipment.
The two disciples on the earthen slope pulled up the flags.
"We thought it was some kind of ghost or monster, but it wasn't. The flags didn't get any use."
"It was just a precaution. Why would you want us to have needed them?"
In the night sky, Shang Wunian took out three thick, long incense sticks, lit them, and bowed respectfully three times toward Mi Mountain.
"Farewell, honored Patriarch!!"
He called out in a clear voice and waited for a moment, but the fragrant smoke didn't stir.
Clearly, the summoned Patriarch had not accepted his offering.
Shang Wunian was already used to this and remained unfazed.
He slowly descended to the ground, planted the incense sticks in the earth, and then hastily departed with his disciples.
Whether the Patriarch accepted it or not, the gesture had to be made.
Bai Mo picked up Ah Er and gave it a firm shake. The badger was still dazed, clearly terrified.
