An Old Friend from Three Hundred Years Ago

Gu Yuanqing glanced at Li Chengyi and said, "Why the word 'finally'?"

Li Chengyi gave an awkward smile. "Your son misspoke."

Gu Yuanqing did not hold it against him and asked again, "How much longer until you undergo the Yin-Yang Tribulation?"

Li Chengyi smiled bitterly. "I do not know either. I only feel that the right opportunity has yet to arrive. Perhaps there are still flaws in my comprehension of the Great Dao, ones that I have not noticed myself."

Gu Yuanqing said, "For the next half year, come play a game of chess with me every half month."

"Your son obeys!" Li Chengyi's mouth twitched. Playing chess with his father was no simple matter. When Great Daos contended, it was like a fight to the death.

"What? You are unwilling? Others would beg for my guidance, yet I do not even have the interest," Gu Yuanqing said irritably.

"How could your son dare? I merely fear delaying Father's cultivation," Li Chengyi hurriedly stated.

"Do not worry. A clone will suffice to guide you," Gu Yuanqing said.

Li Chengyi fell silent.

Gu Yuanqing then handed him both the upper and lower volumes of the Heavenly Dao Scripture.

"From now on, these two items will be entrusted to your care. However, it would be best not to take them beyond the mountain."

Li Chengyi was greatly startled. Rising to his feet, he said, "The Heavenly Dao Scripture is also useful to Father. Father should keep it personally. If your son needs it, I will naturally come to Father to retrieve it."

Gu Yuanqing said, "It is no matter. In recent years, I should have had little use for them. If you no longer need them in the future either, seal these books away on the ninth floor of the Qingping Grotto-Heaven