"Kid, are you really leaving? We finally made it here, and now you're heading back. There's no need for that, is there?"
"Kid, Huo Shu is far away, not to mention the sea south of it. A round trip will take you at least a year, maybe more."
Hearing Yang the Kid say he was going to find his parents, the others who had come from Qingfeng Daoist Temple all tried to persuade him to stay. They had all endured immense hardships on the road; the saying that your life is cheap when you're far from home wasn't just talk. In these times, any long journey was fraught with risk. With such high mountains and long roads, who knew what dangers lay ahead?
Faced with their pleading, Yang the Kid remained silent. Carrying his pack, he turned to Li Huowang, who was sitting in a Taishi Chair to the side. "Brother Li, do you think I should go?"
