“Looks like this is where we part ways for now.”
“I guess so.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll meet again.”
“Who would want to see you again?”
“You know you’re gonna miss me.”
The early morning sun rose on Wu Jian’s group as they stood separate from Huǒ Shuchang. It was still chilly. Nights in the desert were cold, but it wouldn’t be long before the sun turned this place into a scorching wasteland.
“Well… I’m sure my journey will be a little boring without you,” Wu Jian admitted.
“Try a lot. Anyway, here.”
Huǒ Shuchang summoned several alchemy ingredients stored safely inside a number of bottles and wood containers. Wu Jian recognized them.
“Aren’t those the ingredients we got from Yin Xuefeng?”
“They are. I already have a Three-Layered Red Yin-Yang Pill, so you should take the ingredients. I have no doubt you’ll need them soon enough.”
“I won’t be polite then. Thanks.”