The dazzling radiance around Su Yi gradually receded, and his entire aura seemed to have been washed clean of all ornamentation, becoming utterly plain and unadorned.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist."
The scruffy old Daoist hurried over, his aged face filled with astonishment and respect.
"Did you come here specifically to find me?"
Su Yi asked.
Under Su Yi's calm gaze, the scruffy old Daoist's body tensed, an indescribable nervousness and oppression rising in his heart.
He did not dare hesitate and hastily said, "Indeed!"
Su Yi said, "Is it urgent?"
The scruffy old Daoist hesitated before saying, "It isn't urgent."
Just as he was about to continue, Su Yi waved a hand and interrupted him. "If it isn't urgent, save it for later."
The scruffy old Daoist had come to ask a favor—how could he dare refuse?
He immediately nodded. "Fellow Daoist has just passed a great tribulation. This is the crucial time to consolidate your cultivation and temper your Dao foundation. This old Daoist understands."
Su Yi smiled. "Wrong. Today is my birthday. Such joy is rare, so naturally we should drink to our heart's content. If you do not mind, come drink with us."
With that, he strode toward the Assembly of Immortals Sword Tower Ruins.
Seeing this, Ning Sihua covered her smile with her lips. "Today truly is worth celebrating. Even if it is late at night, we must drink until we are thoroughly drunk. I'll go prepare the banquet."
With that, she hurried away with the others.
The scruffy old Daoist blanked out for a moment, then hastily followed after them. "Thank you for your gracious invitation, Fellow Daoist. Then this old Daoist shall not stand on ceremony."
Before long, the group vanished into the entrance of the Assembly of Immortals Sword Tower Ruins.
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