In the room, the small-mustache cultivator occasionally ran to the doorway, peering through the crack to check the outside, apparently wanting to see if the mystical fog had lifted.
Lu Ye ignored him, busying himself with recovery, consulting a jade slip he had purchased from the Heaven's Augury Mercantile Union. It recorded that the duration of the fog varied, short as two hours or as long as a day or two, with no certainty.
Half a day later, after the small-mustache cultivator had checked several times, he suddenly shouted, "Giant Armor."
The broad-shouldered Giant Armor, wearing a torn hemp robe with his chest partly exposed, stepped out from inside.
The small-mustache cultivator cupped his fists towards Lu Ye and said, "Fellow Daoist, we will take our leave first. Until next time."
He had refrained and endured before, but ultimately hadn't dared to attack Lu Ye.
After speaking, he left the room with Giant Armor, and the tall and short figures quickly disappeared.