"Since compassion is your concern, why then do you stop my master from descending the mountain?" Lu Qing spoke coldly, "Could it be because you're taking advantage of my master's good nature, knowing he cannot refuse?"
The elderly Daoist faltered, unsure of how to explain.
To be honest, he too found it strange that the people of Suspended Mountain would prevent the elder doctor from leaving.
Despite the rarity of Merit Light, it was not unheard of for high monks on Suspended Mountain to cultivate it, so it seemed hardly worth going to such great lengths.
At that moment, the elderly Daoist's clothing trembled slightly as he retrieved a jade token from his chest and examined it with his heart and spirit.
His body shook, and his expression gradually turned solemn.
"Senior, has Mr. Zhi Rui sent another message?"
Lu Qing recognized the jade token in the elder's hands as similar to the one Lin Zhirui had given his master initially.
"It is indeed Zhi Rui."
