The Primordial World, Western Ox Continent, Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhu Zhuqing came here every day to kneel and bow, demonstrating her sincerity.
But apart from the gates opening once when she first arrived, no one had come out of Wuzhuang Temple again.
She thought today would be the same, but unexpectedly, Wuzhuang Temple's gates opened.
Three figures emerged. The man in front wore an Apricot-Yellow Daoist Robe and held a fly whisk, walking with measured, stately steps, every inch the transcendent immortal.
Behind him followed two young attendants playfully scuffling with each other. They were none other than Qingfeng and Mingyue, whom Zhu Zhuqing had met before.
How could Zhu Zhuqing not recognize him as Wuzhuang Temple's Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi? Surely only that legendary immortal could possess such a bearing.
"Zhu Zhuqing pays her respects to Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."
Zhu Zhuqing's heart began pounding fiercely. After waiting so long, this was the moment she had been waiting for.
"Huh? Why haven't you left yet?"
Before Zhen Yuanzi could speak, Qingfeng and Mingyue approached in puzzlement.
Zhu Zhuqing wore a look of devotion. "I beg you, Immortal Master, to grant me a chance to serve at your side."
"You can't. Master already said you have no destined connection with Wuzhuang Temple."
"Hurry down the mountain. Don't squander your days here."
Qingfeng and Mingyue waved their hands like a pair of adults.
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing looked up and found Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, who had remained silent throughout, stroking his beard with a smile on his face.
"Your destined opportunity does not lie here."
At those words, Zhu Zhuqing knocked her forehead against the ground three times with resounding thuds.
"I implore you to guide me out of this maze, Great Immortal. I would be endlessly grateful."
Great Immortal Zhen