The donkey and the old Daoist continued on their way.
Qianli Lake shimmered faintly, specks of Floating Light dancing across its surface.
After wandering the four directions for so long, the donkey finally arrived before the gates of Wang Family Mansion a quarter of an hour ago.
Yet unexpectedly, a young Green Robe cultivator appeared from the far east.
To the north, a cheerful white-haired old man descended as well, bringing along a small child with hair tied in a topknot.
Enemies truly met on a narrow road.
The donkey muttered inwardly, It seems Master did not consult the almanac before leaving today. Why did we have to run into others at such a perfect time for taking a disciple?
The old Daoist, however, wore a genial smile, with no sign that anything was amiss.
The Green Robe cultivator glanced at the several groups that had arrived at the Wang residence.
More people arrived one after another.
Though some had not shown themselves, their gazes, hidden behind the clouds, also fell upon this small corner of the mortal world within Red Dust Heaven.
"Old Qing, why have you come too? Today is the perfect time for my disciple to begin cultivating."
The old Daoist spoke first, posing the question in return.
The white-haired old man descended with the purple-clad child at his side.
The white-haired elder snorted lightly in response. "An old man still behaving improperly—he has not taken a master."
So where did this talk of a disciple come from?
Today, Wang Family Mansion welcomed a group of extraordinary figures.
Every one of them appeared remarkable.
Some were young, some were old, and some had brought spirit birds that clearly could not belong to the mundane world.
The faint sheen flowing over their robes was the finest embodiment of