Moonlight spilled across the courtyard, tree shadows dappled the ground.
The group gathered around a hot pot, drinking and laughing together in warm harmony.
"Master, what did you experience in the Immortal Realm over these past six years?"
At the table, Qing Tang asked curiously.
Everyone else pricked up their ears as well.
Su Yi merely smiled and waved a hand. "When you accompany me to the Immortal Realm tomorrow, you'll naturally learn all about it in time."
At present, he was savoring this rare time of reunion and had no desire to speak of the ups and downs he had endured in the Immortal Realm.
To do so would be like burning a qin to cook a crane—utterly ruining the mood.
Kong Zhao asked bluntly, "Temple Master brother, who was that mysterious senior who's been protecting us all these years?"
The monk was still accustomed to calling Su Yi the Temple Master. It was a habit he could not change.
Su Yi had never minded it. On the contrary, it gratified him.
After all, whether the Antique Dealer or Monk Kong Zhao, both had been close friends back when he was the Temple Master.
"Just someone acting under another's orders."
Su Yi answered casually, then said, "Enough. We won't discuss this tonight. Come, drink! Let's get drunk and rest only when we're done!"
The crowd answered in a thunderous chorus.
The night deepened, while the moon shone bright.
Drinking with friends, with no idle worries in one's heart—there was such a moment in the human world.
Early the next morning.
Holding Jiekong Temple in his palm, Su Yi shattered the void and departed.
Back then, he had promised that once he established a firm footing in the Immortal Realm, he would return to the human world and bring his