"No, no. Although it is indeed not easy for the Zhanghuang clan members to see Commander Lang, it is very convenient for me, as the Great Elder of the Zhanghuang clan, to see him. If Lord Yue Lao is willing to go through the trouble, I will accompany you."
Upon hearing Wang Yao's words, Tongxuan dared not jeopardize the important matter and never mentioned playing mahjong again.
“It’s just running around, what’s so hard about it?” Wang Yao shook his head and stood up.
"Excellent!" Tongxuan Daxian quickly stood up and led Wang Yao toward the villa gate. Wang Yao casually patted Hui Shuo, who was dozing off, and Hui Shuo was startled awake.
“Let’s go see General Lang,” Wang Yao said.
"Go see the young master? That's great!" Hui Shuo smiled and hurriedly followed.
Wang Yao thought to himself that he should sever this inexplicable father-son relationship with Hui Shuo as soon as possible. He hadn't noticed before that Hui Shuo liked to call him "Master" and that he was his father. Invisibly, his seniority had dropped. Could it be that he had become the son of that Commander Lang? This was a huge loss.
When the three arrived at the villa, the sky was not as bright as Wang Yao had said, but rather gradually darkening. The red glow of the sunset shone through the mountain shadows onto the mirror-like pond, making one feel as if they were in a painting.
Tongxuan stopped talking about mahjong with Wang Yao about the sun. He walked to the tree, picked up the reins from the branch, and led the donkey slowly to the center of the road surrounding the pond.
"Great Immortal, should we use the roar?" Hui Shuo suddenly asked Wang Yao.
“Very good. Although it’s not far to Tianchao City, it’s getting late, so it’s good to save some time.” Tongxuan Daxian nodded repeatedly.
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