Seeing Yang Ming agreed, Xue Zhiyi stopped and said, "Then you should go back now."
"No rush, I'll wait until the herbs are collected. Don't worry, since I promised, I will definitely speak on your behalf."
But Xue Zhiyi said, "I'm in a hurry!"
"..." Yang Ming was a bit speechless; what's there to be so anxious about?
Actually, Xue Zhiyi wasn't anxious about this matter. He just wanted Yang Ming to go back. He didn't want Yang Ming to follow him up the mountain. Having those brothers along was enough; there was no need for him to take risks, and there was no need for them to know how difficult it was to gather herbs.
Seeing Yang Ming unwilling to leave, he had to come up with a way to make him go, so he said, "Little Liufu isn't your son, is he?"
Hearing this, Yang Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at Xue Zhiyi. He couldn't believe it; how could he change face so suddenly? He just didn't go back immediately to help. Was there a need to bring this matter up?
