Ge Gen was unable to react immediately.
He raised his head blankly, staring at Ji Mofan with wide eyes for a long while before his brain finally understood what he had just said.
"Master...can you take me away?" he asked.
“If you’re willing to come with me, I can give it a try,” Ji Mofan said.
"I'm willing! I'm willing! I'm willing!" Ge Gen shouted three times, seemingly afraid that Ji Mofan would change his mind.
Even the bamboo beside him was startled by his voice, causing it to shed a leaf.
I don’t know if it was because he was too excited that his body couldn’t keep up with his mouth, but after Ge Gen finished shouting, he jumped up three more times.
"Then go back and pack your things," Ji Mofan waved his hand. "We'll leave before this evening."
Ge Gen ran off happily.
Ji Mo Fan only noticed it when he saw the way he walked in the back. It turned out that his cultivation of kudzu root had improved a lot in the past month.
It seems that I can find an opportunity to help him break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in a while.
Although it was a bit of a case of forcing growth, the situation is different now. They are out and about, so it is more important for Ge Gen to learn how to fly with a sword.
As for the damage to his body caused by his eagerness to cultivate, he can find some rare and precious herbs to repair the damage to the kudzu root later.
Turning around, he walked into his bamboo house. Looking at the clean and bright furnishings, Ji Mofan couldn't help but reach out and touch them.
Although none of them are particularly valuable, they have accompanied him through many years of hard work, and even a clay figure can develop a certain sentimentality.
That rickety table was broken a few years ago when he accidentally lost control of his mental energy while cultivating in his room.
At that time, he was so busy and tired that when the opportunity for a breakthrough came, he almost thought he was still dreaming.
It wasn't until the dull pain from his mind became real that he opened his eyes and saw the calamity clouds gradually gathering outside the window. Only then did he belatedly grab his sword and rush out the door.
As a result, he clumsily knocked over the table.
When he finally dragged his body, which had been cleansed by the lightning tribulation, back home, he found his room in complete disarray.
Everything else was just blown about by his out-of-control spiritual energy, but the table was actually broken in one section.
At that time, he had no time to care and simply collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. It wasn't until the next day, when the sun was high in the sky, that Shen Yun discovered he hadn't gone to practice his skills and dragged him out of the ruins where he was fast asleep.
Later, Ji Mofan discovered that the small wooden plaque he received from completing the commission could be tucked under the table leg as a support, and it was super stable. It wouldn't even wobble, let alone fall over, so he stopped worrying about getting a new table.
Over the years, the little wooden sign I used to place under the table legs has been replaced countless times. The one I'm using now has its lettering worn and blurred.
Ji Mofan couldn't even remember what mission he had won this token for.
However, Ji Mofan did not intend to take these insignificant things with him.
The table only records his suffering, and his achievements do not need to be recorded on these wooden plaques.
A gust of scorching wind suddenly blew into his yard.
Ji Mofan subconsciously looked up, his gaze passing through the open door, where Ning Weisheng stood silently outside.
Just now in the main hall in front of all the elders, Ji Mofan did not offer any explanation, but simply took full responsibility and then left.
The person responsible for staying there to explain what happened during the time they were out of contact was Ning Weisheng, whom Ji Mofan had specially brought back.
"Senior Brother." The silence lasted only a brief moment before Ning Weisheng spoke, "Are you really planning to leave?"
"What did the elders say?" Ji Mofan didn't answer, but instead asked him a question.
Ning Weisheng frowned slightly.
"The elders asked me whether it was true that our senior brother had kidnapped the Demon Lord," he said.
"And what was your reply?" Ji Mofan asked.
“I said that was just false information released by the Demon Realm to catch up with Senior Brother more quickly,” Ning Weisheng said.
"The kidnapping of the Demon Lord by the eldest senior brother is a lie, and the Demon Lord's demand that the eldest senior brother become the Demon Queen is also a lie. It's all just a conspiracy by demonic cultivators."
Ji Mo's eyebrows twitched.
Ning Weisheng, however, would make excuses for him.
After all, if the Demon Lord is really in Ji Mofan's hands, then it is necessary to explain how he managed to subdue the Demon Lord, whose cultivation was close to that of a True Immortal.
However, if we dismiss everything as baseless rumors, then once the momentum dies down, there will still be a chance to exonerate Jimo Fan.
My departure now is merely a temporary measure.
However, Ning Weisheng was unsure whether Ji Mofan would still be willing to return here after everything was settled.
He saw and heard everything clearly in the main hall today. Everyone was pressuring his senior brother to make a decision for their own benefit, even if that decision meant he might face utter ruin.
And the eldest brother did just that, living up to everyone's expectations.
As before, he carried all the filth on his own shoulders, leaving behind a clean and pure refuge.
Even until his last moment before stepping down, Yun Cang Sword Sect's chief disciple remained a competent one.
"I see." After hearing Ning Weisheng's words, Ji Mofan tilted his head and his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Ning."
The expression flashed by so quickly that Ning Weisheng couldn't discern the meaning hidden in that smile.
It must be a bitter smile. They were so earnest in protecting their sect, yet in the end, they were unwilling to protect their own interests at all.
Ning Weisheng actually knew what kind of trouble his sect would face if he told such a lie.
Even so, after weighing the options, he still concealed the truth from everyone.
It is certainly unfair to the Yun Cang Sword Sect to force uninformed people to make the wrong choices under incorrect known conditions.
But is it fair to the senior brother who was abandoned by the sect if everything is out in the open?
"Senior Brother." Ning Weisheng didn't ponder for long before looking up at Ji Mofan again.
"Once you leave, don't even think about going back to the Yun Cang Sword Sect," he said. "With the Demon Lord as a hostage, wherever you want to go next, someone will be willing to take you in."
Ji Mo Fan really didn't expect Ning Weisheng to say such a thing to him.
If I understand correctly, he's... teaching himself how to find a new job?
It was somewhat funny, but this time Ji Mofan controlled the muscles around his mouth and didn't show any obvious expression like before.
But she inadvertently raised her eyebrows in surprise, which Ning Weisheng saw as making her look depressed and restrained.
"Senior Brother, I know you have deep feelings for the sect, but..." Ning Weisheng wanted to persuade him further.
However, I can't think of any reason to continue persuading him for the time being.
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