After getting somewhat accustomed to his current strength, Lu You returned to the hotel. He was all alone now, and few people would deliberately come to visit him.
Even if there were any, they were too awed by his strength to dare approach, so cultivating and reading were the only two things he could do, though he enjoyed them.
But wasn't that actually a little pitiful?
Care for the empty-nest elderly.
Night fell before his departure, the moon bright and the stars sparse.
As Lu You scrolled through short videos, the Old Celestial Master did indeed arrive through the window, his robes bearing traces of travel.
Today, he wasn't wearing his voluminous celestial master's robe, but a plain gray Daoist robe. He wore no crown, merely tying his gray hair up with a wooden hairpin.
He looked considerably more weathered than before.
Perhaps all the Outsiders in the world regarded him as the absolutely rational pinnacle, and indeed, he could not casually reveal his emotions before others, always remaining unfathomable.
Yet Zhang Zhiwei was human too.
Perhaps only before an old friend on the same level was he willing to open his heart a little.
With Tian Jinzhong's sudden departure, he might have been the most bereft person on Mount Longhu.
Zhang Zhiwei sat casually across the table and poured himself some tea. It was cold, steeped for who knew how long, with the leaves already sodden at the bottom of the cup.
It was green tea costing only a few yuan a pound to begin with, and after steeping so long, it tasted exceptionally bitter.
His sleeve swayed gently, and the Old Celestial Master narrowed his eyes.
"People always change. Only your tea remains as dreadful as ever, fellow Daoist."
"Has the illustrious Old Celestial Master come all the