Long Xinpu stared blankly at the delicate young man in the tiger-head cap. Could it be? Was it possible? Was it really... him?
For a moment, he felt dizzy and disoriented, as though the sky and earth were spinning. Absolutely, certainly, under no circumstances could it be!
Even in the Azure Sky World, there were countless people who worshipped, admired, and yearned for that most accomplished Dao Official in the human world.
Long Xinpu was one of them. What was more, Master Long had a fellow traveler on the Dao who had "stitched" several hundred of Bai Ye's poems onto his body.
If that fellow saw the person before him, he would probably lose his mind on the spot. It would be like a bolt from the blue, as though he had suffered a lightning tribulation.
Long Xinpu hurriedly took out a flask of wine, tipped back his head, and drained it in one gulp. Slowly. He needed to take this slowly.
Those who had arrived at Gupu Lake were Daoist Master Sun, Bai Ye, and Yan Zhuo.
Earlier, the old Abbot had told his two disciples to get along well with those three Fellow Daoists Chunshe had met by chance. It was rare to leave home, so they should chat a little more. His reason was that the more mountain-top friends one had, the more roads one could travel through the world beyond the Daoist temple.
Daoist Master Sun waved a hand and clicked his tongue in amazement. "Such an extraordinary adornment—fragrant splendor overflowing, wafting right into the nose. It is enough to shame the ladies of the Rui Zhu Palace until they dare not face anyone."
Yan Zhuo's scalp went numb.
The old Abbot's words were nearly enough to leave no bamboo shoots in the world.
This Master