“Do you have any idea when Sir Shu might return?”0

“I dare not deceive you, immortal master...” Steward Luo’s expression grew even more apologetic. “It’s hard to say. Master’s divine steed can travel a thousand li in a day, and as demon-slaying is a serious matter, Master surely won’t delay along the way. 0

“However, slaying demons isn’t an easy task, and Master also has a habit of sitting crossed-legged and meditating afterward to reflect and deepen his understanding. If all goes smoothly, he might return in a few days, but if things don’t go well, it could take a month—or even longer. Before he left, the sect leader made arrangements for disciple recruitment in his absence.”0

“I see,” Song You replied, nodding in understanding.1

Demons were different from humans—they were cunning and unpredictable. Whether it was a mountain hiding a tiger or fields concealing insects, the vastness made them difficult to search. How long it took to exorcize a demon was hard to estimate.0

Shu Yifan, who cultivated the Heavenly Thunder Sword Dao and had only recently achieved enlightenment through martial arts, naturally needed to meditate and refine his insights of Sword Dao after each battle.0

Still, Song You had his own journey to continue. Waiting here for a few days, or even ten, was manageable, but waiting...0