As the watery soup had almost dried up, Jing Jiu put on the conical hat, wrapped his face with a cloth, came down from the restaurant and entered a horse-drawn carriage.
This carriage was prepared by the Gu family.
The Gu family was a large clan in Nanhezhou, with many family members practicing Cultivation in the Green Mountains. Two elders from the clan were still practicing on Tianguang Peak and Shiyue Peak respectively.
As his disciple, Gu Qing had made the arrangement beforehand, so Jing Jiu didn’t have to worry about this kind of trivial thing himself.
Gu Qing’s status in the clan had gradually changed over the last year. No matter how you looked at it, the principal disciple on Shenmo Peak was quite promising. Though his status in the Green Mountains was not as prominent as Gu Han’s, no one could say what the future held, so the clan didn’t want to make any mistakes in this matter.