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Looking at Yang Fan's ponytail swaying and disappearing from my sight, I also felt a sense of loss.

When I retracted my gaze from Yang Fan's body, I found that the slovenly Daoist Priest was already wolfing down the steamed bun without even greeting me.

He hurriedly picked up a steamed bun and started to eat as well. Not only was the steamed bun fragrant, the food was also very delicious, it was really hard to imagine that even an ordinary green radish would be so delicious. He was unable to hold back from eating a few more and ate three more steamed buns in one go.

The slovenly Daoist Priest seemed to still be angry at me and didn't plan to pay any attention to me. He directly found a bed and climbed onto it, then formed a hand sign with his legs. He did not know what the hell he was doing, but when I saw that he was ignoring me, I did not want to pay any attention to him, so I also found a bed beside him and climbed onto it.

It was still early, only around seven in the evening, but over the past few days, I had not slept at all. Today, when I arrived at the slovenly Daoist Master's temple, my heart was finally at ease. No matter what, this is a Daoist temple, and there are several deities here, so I did not believe that the ghost would dare to come here.

This time I slept soundly, my entire body was in a state of comfort, I had never in my life slept in such a state. In the entire night, I didn't even dream, nor did I hear any weird sounds.

By the time I woke up, the sun was already up and I could even hear the crowing of a rooster. Even though I was woken up halfway, I had already slept for a full ten hours and had gotten a good night's sleep. After getting up, I simply washed up, and with a hundred times more energy in my body, I followed the slovenly monk out of the room.

When I went out to take a look, the old Taoist and the little beauty Yang Fan were already sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard. On the stone table, there were a few side dishes and a pot of delicious porridge.

I followed the slovenly Daoist priest over and immediately sat down.

The old Daoist only said two words, "Eat." He then continued to eat.

When we were eating, everyone was very quiet. I felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird. I reckon that everyone, including that old Taoist, was angry with me and blamed me for not agreeing to be his disciple.

I could only eat in silence. I ate very carefully, not even daring to breathe loudly.

After the meal, the old Daoist went straight back to his room and changed into another set of clothes. He was wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic with a hat on it.

This time, he did not wear a dirty robe, but was dressed in a very ordinary attire, as if he was a commoner. However, his clothes did not look like a slovenly person, and when you looked carefully, you would see that he was quite handsome with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a heroic air. Yang Fan, on the other hand, did not change his clothes. He still wore a fresh and refreshing dress with a ponytail, looking elegant and refined, and an unfathomable beauty. He looked just like a goddess.

After everyone packed up, they each carried their luggage and left the monastery. They did not even lock the door.

There were probably no one here, let alone recruiting thieves. In this desolate mountain and wilderness, no one knew who built a Taoist temple in such a place.

After we left the temple, the four of them quickly walked down the mountain. At the start, I was still closely following them, but in the end, I was unable to keep up. The three of them didn't seem to know what fatigue was, I was already so tired that I couldn't catch my breath, but they still maintained a certain speed.

Actually, they didn't seem to be walking very fast, just a little faster than normal. But even after I trotted, I still couldn't catch up to them.

Out of the three people in front, one of them is in his seventies. One of them is a heavily injured, slovenly Daoist, and the other one is a delicate and pretty young lady. I, a young man in my twenties, can't catch up to them.

But after thinking about it carefully, I finally understood a little. They are all Taoists who know magic. Maybe they used some special method to walk.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, so I sat on a rock on the side of the mountain and rested. I was already sweating profusely.

The three of them stopped and turned to look at me. The three of them seemed to have whispered something to each other before the little beauty, Yang Fan, walked towards me. "You can't even catch up to a little girl like me …"

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and panted as I said, "I … "I can't compare to you all. You all are all masters of magic. I don't know anything, how can I catch up to you all …"

"Then my grandpa said he would accept you as his disciple. Why aren't you willing? Serves you right for being like this right now …" The little girl said with a bit of anger.

I found her very pretty in her anger, but I didn't think she was waiting for me here. Could it be that the three of them were deliberately tormenting me?

I kept my head down.

However, Yang Fan said: "Get up, I'll help you walk. We might be able to get to the train station faster. Grandfather said that he wants to get to the house in South Sky City before nightfall."

What? As a man, I am neither sick nor ill. Do I need a woman to carry me away? This was too embarrassing.

"Don't... "I think it's better for me to walk by myself …"

Just as I was about to reject the little beauty's good intentions, Yang Fan grabbed one of my arms. I could only feel a fragrant smell assaulting my nose as my body involuntarily moved.

It really was Yang Fan supporting me as I walked. When I walked again, I suddenly felt much lighter, as if my feet weren't even touching the ground as I quickly walked forward. In a short while, I caught up to the old Taoist.

In my entire life, besides my mom, this is the first time I've been so close to a woman. Furthermore, the person beside me is a beauty, so I immediately tensed up. My heart is beating rapidly.