Yu Qing felt somewhat uneasy under Fang Zhou's scrutinizing gaze, which seemed slightly penetrative: "Taoist Fang?"
Fang Zhou gathered his scattered thoughts, coughed, and said, "Sorry, I was distracted. Let's put this matter on hold for now. I haven't thought of what I need you to do yet. I'll tell you when I figure it out."
Yu Qing nodded: "Then I'll make a note of it. Just don't forget, Taoist Fang."
She wasn't worried that Fang Zhou would make her do something embarrassing.
The newspapers were all sold out, and Fang Zhou was ready to return. He left the tables and chairs where they were since he'd need them again the day after tomorrow.
Fang Zhou summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, hopped onto it, and waving goodbye to Yu Qing, he said, "See you the day after tomorrow then. The second issue of the Wangyue Daily is earnestly in the making. Please look forward to it."
"Safe travels, Taoist Fang."