"Alright! Then let's wait a little longer..." Everyone could only stay calm and continue waiting.
...
On the road from Jin Gate to Yanjing, there was a young man dressed in a Taoist robe. The man looked very honest, carrying a somewhat tattered bag on his back, with worn-out cloth shoes on his feet. But there wasn't a trace of blood on his feet as he walked. Sometimes he would walk on mountains, other times through water.
No matter how he traveled, his direction was a straight path towards Yanjing.
His steps were light in the water, heavy on land, and agile in the mountains.
His speed was calculated at fifty kilometers per hour; one could say his speed was faster than a slow-moving car, and his path was in a straight line, traversing mountains and waters, indifferent to the fact that it was only four or five in the morning. He knew only one direction, which was to Yanjing to find his master Ye Hao.
