"We shall now depart."
The bald master, having finished his meal first, approached.
In truth, I had intended to leave the Martial World Alliance ahead of him, but the bald master and I shared a similar disposition, both loathing the chaos of the world.
The bald master and the eighteen Arhats gazed at me.
In both my past life and this one, I had yet to call him "master."
I felt that parting this way would make it difficult to meet again for a while, so I stood up and said in a calm tone, "Take care, Master."
At the mention of "Master," the bald man replied, "Sect Leader, I have taught you nothing, so how can I be your master?" I looked at Kwangseung.
"I have learned much. Those bald eighteen Arhats are my teachers, so the monk is indeed my master."
Was there ever such a pitiful excuse? But since I was often pitiful, Kwangseung merely laughed it off.
"Sect Leader, your skills have reached the heavens. If you move too hastily, you may trample upon a passing ant. Sometimes, walk slowly and take note of the flowers you pass by."
It was sound advice, and I immediately replied, "Understood."
"We shall meet again at Sungsan."
Kwangseung glanced at the eighteen Arhats and said briefly, "Let us go."
The Yunguksa, who had taught me much during our journey, spoke up.