"Junior brother, how long will it be until you return from this journey..."
In front of the Wuzhuang Temple, Ming Yue looked at Lu Wufei, who was now adorned in the black robe he had gifted him, and asked.
"The shortest will be three to five years, but the longest could be…"
Lu Wufei turned to look at the expectant Ming Yue, smiled, and after a short pause, said: "Maybe thirty to fifty years..."
"Thirty to fifty years!"
Ming Yue immediately widened his eyes in shock, exclaiming, "You haven't been training for that long since you joined us, and now you're going to leave for thirty to fifty years?"
"Have you no conscience? How could you bear to watch your senior brothers do minor tasks for another thirty to fifty years?"
Ming Yue expressed his dissatisfaction.
Little White, who was lying on Lu Wufei's shoulder, also squeaked in agreement.
"See Junior Brother? Even Little White can't bear it..."
"Indeed, my care for you was not in vain, Little White..."