Outside Seeking Immortals City, a young man carrying a huge wooden chest on his back, with a damaged wooden ruler hanging at his waist, dressed in an old robe and wearing a trace of grief and indignation between his brows, looked at the words "Seeking Immortals" above the city gate. Joy rose in his heart, and even his complexion seemed to improve.
Little sister, this is where Patriarch Yu Chen spreads the Dao. We should be safe here.
As he spoke, the young man glanced at the wooden chest on his back, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to ask an old man with a roadside stall.
"May I ask, sir, where is the place where Patriarch Yu Chen spreads the Dao?"
"Seekers of the Dao from out of town are a rare sight these days."
The old man looked over the young man's attire, his gaze lingering briefly on the wooden ruler at his waist. He took out a teapot, invited the young man to sit, and slowly poured him a bowl of tea. Chuckling, he said, "It's been many years since I last saw people like you outsiders."
The young man was slightly startled. "Are there very few seekers of the Dao from outside now?"
"Few doesn't begin to describe it. These days, only one or two people attend the lectures each month. Sometimes, there isn't a single person. Come to think of it, this old man has watched Seeking Immortals City go from a sea of people to a place where sparrows could nest at the gates."
"Does Patriarch Yu Chen still give lectures?"
"Of course he does. Why wouldn't he? Over all these years, on the first and fifteenth of every month, he has never missed one. Whether anyone comes or not, Teacher is always