"Lu Hong, we're back!" Weiwei pushed open the wooden door, but the empty hut offered no response.
"I told you, Lu Hong must have left with the Sect Hierarch," the old farmer said with an expression that seemed to say he had anticipated this.
"I don't believe it, Lu Hong must be in the fields!" Weiwei rushed out of the hut, where the rice plants were thriving, but the person who had cultivated them was long gone.
"Lu Hong!" Weiwei yelled, but after a long time without a response, he could only return to the old man with his head hanging low, hugging the old man as he cried, "Grandpa, Lu Hong really left!"
"There, there, he must be no ordinary person. Your Lu Hong probably has some very important business to attend to. If you practice diligently, you will see him again someday," the old man comforted Weiwei before adding, "Since you're here for a rare visit, let's go to the town later and see the folks."
"Okay."
