Zhang Yu parted from Tao Dingfu and stepped out of the thatched shelter. Danfu was waiting outside. He came forward and bowed, asking, "May I ask, Senior, how is Teacher Tao?"
Zhang Yu said, "You may rest assured. Senior Brother Tao has already passed the critical juncture. Before long, you will be a disciple under an Xuanzun."
Danfu was startled, and a flicker of joy could not help but rise in his heart. Yet afterward, he secretly cautioned and reflected upon himself. His teacher was an Xuanzun, so everything he did must be worthy of the four words "Xuanzun's disciple."
Zhang Yu could sense his emotions at that moment. He thought rather highly of this junior, so he pointed a finger, and a cluster of light emerged. With a casual sweep of his sleeve, he sent it before him. "Take this. It may prove useful to you in the future."
Within this aura, he had deliberately transformed several items. It would change constantly; once one item was taken, the others could no longer be obtained. What Danfu would find when he drew it out would depend entirely on his own fate and affinity.
Danfu did not decline and accepted it, for he knew that this senior simply hoped he would achieve something in his cultivation and had no other purpose. He gave a deep bow. "Many thanks, Senior, for your generous gift."
Zhang Yu nodded. With a shift of his will, he abruptly dissolved from where he stood, his consciousness returning to his true body in an instant.
At that moment, the aura around him was stirring. He knew that his fundamental Dao technique would soon manifest, so he spread his sleeve, sat steadily upon the platform couch, and quietly awaited the coming of the appointed time.
Not long after