"Lu Lang, Qing Quan has grown up..."
"I know, I know!"
"Ying Jie..."
"I'll be more careful next time!"
Thus, Lu Zheng spent the entire night soothing Liu Qingyan, and the matter passed.
The next day, Lu Zheng packed some gifts, rose on the clouds, and flew straight to White Cloud Mountain.
"Master!"
"You finally found it in yourself to return to the mountain?"
"I heard from Senior Brother Yuan Jing that Master had returned to White Cloud Mountain to cultivate, so this disciple came to pay his respects."
"You are thoughtful."
Daoist Priest Mingzhang took a sip of tea and gently exhaled a puff of white vapor, which transformed into a smoke-cloud white crane. It drifted ethereally into the sky before slowly dispersing.
"Master's cultivation has improved again." Lu Zheng clapped his hands in praise.
Daoist Priest Mingzhang said with a hint of pride, "When I returned to the mountain this time, Grandmaster personally instructed me for two days. I told you, lad, that you should come back more often. If you happen to catch the Founding Master with some leisure, you might hear a few words of true teaching."
As he said this, Daoist Priest Mingzhang's pride was tinged with some distress.
Lu Zheng nodded repeatedly to show that he understood, though he was also puzzled. "If that is so, Master, why do you still seem somewhat troubled?"
"Ahem... it's nothing..." Daoist Priest Mingzhang coughed twice.
"He has caught Grandmaster's eye. Grandmaster said he must not leave the mountain until he has broken through a thousand years of Dao Comprehension."
Beside them, Daoist Priest Mingguang also drank a cup of Red Splendor Tea that Lu Zheng had brought. Gloating, he said, "Let us see what Mingzhang's aptitude amounts to. If he cannot break through this hurdle, then