Having arranged Pang Centurion's corpse, Rune prepared to leave, handing the place over to Zhu Yu, yet seeing Fu Lu standing still within the woodshed.
Yan Daoxin was similarly motionless.
With this moment having no outsiders in the woodshed, Yan Daoxin lifted the black veil from his hat, revealing a face that bore an air of immortality, completely contrasting with his demeanor.
"You, get out!" He waved at Fu Lu, signaling him to leave with Rune, "In this small shed, there's hardly enough space as it is. With your large frame standing here, don't you feel you're in the way?
Better go outside, what if your master has things for you to do!"
Fu Lu didn't budge: "I want to stay here and help our Chief Historian; perhaps you should leave. You treat the living folks, not the dead; how can you be of any assistance staying here?"
