Yuchi was eating buns while chatting openly.
The young man, his expression calm, smiled with an honest demeanor.
"Nephew, after breakfast, our Demon-slaying Bureau must leave this place. I don't know when we will meet again."
Yuan Wansong seemed a bit sorrowful.
Yuchi couldn't be sure if Yuan Wansong was genuine or not.
With a smile, Yuchi handed this Uncle Yuan a meat bun, "The green mountains remain; the waters flow long. We will meet again."
"Uncle Yuan, take care on your journey."
"If you encounter any troublesome matters in the future, you can come to me."
"Although what I can do is limited, I will still offer my help."
Yuchi's words were very comforting.
Even though Yuan Wansong knew that Yuchi was just making casual conversation, not to be taken seriously,
he still felt a bit relieved in his heart.
"Likewise, nephew, if you need anything from our Demon-slaying Bureau, just come to Jiangzhou City."
