"How was your break?"
"It was okay. You?"
"I had a great time. I'm from the Zhengyi sect, so I can eat meat and drink alcohol. I even gave some guidance to the faithful at the Celestial Master's Mansion."
At Yangcheng High-speed Railway Station, Yangshuo and Changyi met up.
Changyi chuckled. "A lot of people asked me if there were any Celestial Masters at the Mansion who could fly, or if they could become disciples. It's a good thing I have self-control, or I would've been tempted to show off with my Spirit Flying Jade Talisman."
Yangshuo asked, "The people at the Celestial Master's Mansion still don't know?"
"A lot of them do," Changyi said with a shrug. "After all, Grandmaster Ming Yu, Grandmaster Ming Chong, Senior Uncle Zhi Qing, and my own master all vanished. Plus, that incident at Berkeley isn't exactly a secret."
