After a good night's sleep, early the next day, Wufu awoke to the crisp chirping of birds. She stepped outside the door, stretched lazily, moved her limbs, and felt refreshed.
One by one, others also came out, greeting each other with smiles on their faces.
Once everyone was gathered, the old man with the white beard drifted out from who knows where, and Wufu cupped her hands towards him.
"Keep up on your own; if you fall behind, find your own way back." The white-bearded man snorted in slight irritation and, as soon as he finished speaking, lightly tipped his toes and glided forward.
"Xiao Qi, follow along." Wufu called Xiao Qi, and she too followed.
Everyone knew this was the shortcut Wufu had talked about, so those who could use Qinggong used Qinggong, and those who ran, ran. They all followed, as no one wanted to deal with poisonous insects and venomous creatures now that they had treasures in hand.
