After listening to Daoist Qingshan, I was quite surprised.
I hadn't expected Red Cloud Daoist to have been so gifted among his peers when he was young, even surpassing Daoist Qingshan.
But cultivation was like that. It wasn't a hundred-meter sprint, but decades of long, arduous practice.
If you didn't advance, you fell behind. If you failed to comprehend, you stagnated.
Having lost his original heart and strayed from the righteous path, even though Red Cloud Daoist had thrown in with White Mist Mountain, he ultimately never reached a high realm.
After Daoist Qingshan finished telling us all that.
No one continued chatting about it. We ate and drank as we pleased.
It wasn't until midnight that everyone finally left...
The post-New Year gathering had ended, and it was time to return to our normal work and lives.
Purple Serenity Temple on Mount Heng was holding Jade Soul's hundredth birthday banquet on the twenty-third, leaving just over ten days.
During these days, Chuyang stayed at our shop.
Every day, I made offerings and burned incense for him.
I also returned to the hospital and worked properly.
My workload had practically doubled. I worked until eleven or midnight every day, and sometimes even one or two in the morning...
Mainly because I spent so little time working. Whenever I had spare time, I came in to make up for it.
That night, around eleven.
I finished the last of my work and was about to change clothes and leave the hospital...
Then a series of knocks sounded at the door. "Knock, knock, knock."
I turned to look. Someone knocking at this hour probably meant something had gone wrong again.
I hurriedly put back on the work uniform I had just taken off and called out,
"Who is it?"
There was no