The old crone guarding outside, upon learning that Wang Anfeng and her companions had indeed met the Kong Taoist, and that Zhang Tingyun had been personally given the Taoist Script by the elder, found herself plunged into a state of bewilderment.
Although Qiu Ruoshui did not show it, the others could feel her sense of regret.
As dusk fell, Wang Anfeng had only had a bowl of millet porridge at the elder's place, yet she felt not the slightest hint of hunger. Her Green-Maned Horse had been entrusted to a stable within the city and there was no hurry. What had felt like early spring moments before now seemed deep in winter; she exhaled puffs of white breath, feeling for some reason as if she was in a half-awake dream.
Qin Fei looked at the sky and sighed,
"I had hoped to roam with Brother Wang today, but who would have thought that just a brief conversation has already spanned several hours. A Taoist True Master, a game of Go forgetting the log's decay, is indeed extraordinary."