Li Gongyun's face distorted slightly.
"You're going right away? You know that the funeral ceremony of Grandmaster Long Ouyuan is about to be held in five days. And you just arrived at the Institution this afternoon, why in such a hurry?"
“Master, if I don't go immediately, my mind will run nonstop, and I will not be able to do anything. Please, rest assured, Master. I will come back to the Institution before the Grandmaster's funeral begins,” Leng San said in a firm voice.
Li Gongyun knew how stubborn Leng San was. If the young man had said that he would leave, even if he put chains on him, Leng San would break those chains and run away.
“Sigh. Do as you see fit. And don’t forget about the promise of coming to the funeral in the next five days. You are the number one disciple, the Highest Elder, and also my only successor. You cannot miss this ceremony,” Li Gongyun said firmly.