Several years later, Mount Guyang of the Carefree Sect.
The sky had only just begun to brighten when figures were already darting about the marketplace below Mount Guyang. As the shops along the streets opened their doors one after another, the entire marketplace swiftly came alive.
On the marketplace streets, a black-robed old man hurried forward and soon arrived before a tall building on the western side of the marketplace.
Before he could enter, a voice suddenly rang out swiftly from behind him, halting his steps.
"Fellow Daoist Yu, wait!"
Hearing the voice behind him, the black-robed old man turned around and saw that the one calling to him from not far away was a middle-aged man dressed in yellow.
After recognizing him, the black-robed old man's face filled with surprise. He quickly put on a smile, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in greeting.
"So it is Fellow Daoist Chen. We have been apart for over twenty years; I never expected to run into you here today. What a stroke of fate!"
"Hehe! Fellow Daoist Yu is a man of arduous cultivation and rarely comes out these years. Meeting you here truly counts as fate.
"Did you come today to go up the mountain and attend Senior Yao's celebration as well?"
Seeing the meaningful look in the man in yellow's eyes, the black-robed old man stroked the beard beside his mouth, then smiled and nodded.
"You are right, Fellow Daoist. I came today precisely to go up the mountain for the celebration.
"You may not know this, but during the Battle of Demonic Beasts Descending on Guiyun Marketplace, Senior Yao and I once fought side by side. We do have a bit of friendship.
"Now that the senior is holding his Golden Core Celebration, how could this old man