Li Huai returned to his hometown, accompanied by the fox spirit maiden named Wei Taizhen. She wore a veiled hat, concealing her beauty, and together they headed towards the Yang family’s apothecary. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to traveling the lands with the young Taoist, exchanging banter and jokes freely, feeling light and carefree. But now, he was suddenly traveling with Immortal Wei, who addressed him as “Gongzi” with every other word, giving Li Huai goosebumps and making him feel awkward. He repeatedly asked her to call him by his name and stop with the “Gongzi” nonsense. He was just a poor lad who considered a chicken leg a New Year’s feast, and if the neighbors heard her, wouldn’t he become a laughingstock? However, whenever Li Huai made this request, she would bite her lip, not arguing, but with a sorrowful look in her eyes, as if she were even more wronged than him. Whenever Li Huai saw her like that, he felt a headache coming on. Where would his burdened life find the fortune, the *romantic* fortune, to bear such treatment? He, Li Huai, was a proper scholar!

What if Zheng Dafeng, that purveyor of crude jokes, saw this? Wei *Guniang* was thin-skinned; what if Zheng Dafeng’s words enraged her? He’d be stuck trying to help everyone and end up pleasing no one.

Reaching the familiar apothecary, Li Huai quickly stepped over the threshold, calling out “Shi Lingshan!” He looked left and right, but strangely, Su Dian wasn’t to be seen.

Shi Lingshan had mixed feelings about Li Huai. He saw no reason for pleasantries or making friends. “Hu Feng from Second Willow Lane sent two letters to the shop recently. One was for me, asking me to pass a message to you. He’s currently in the Southern New Azure Cloud Hong Dynasty, where he and some friends have established a mountain sect. He wants you to visit and catch up, as he has something to discuss with you in person.”

Li Huai was bewildered, feeling uneasy. “Owes me a favor? I don’t remember that. Could Hu Feng be mistaken?”

Li Huai didn’t really remember much about Hu Feng, who was a few years older than him. He just vaguely recalled Hu Feng always being with his grandfather, who ran a celebration shop, going from street to street, making a living repairing bowls, mending pots, and sharpening knives. Although they were from the same village, they had hardly exchanged a word. How could he suddenly owe him a favor? Could this be some veiled, sarcastic way of asking for repayment? But then again, he remembered Hu Feng as being quite honest; surely that couldn’t be the case?

Shi Lingshan said, “You don’t know, so how would I? I’m just delivering the message; I’m not involved in anything else. The letter for you is on the table in the eastern room where you usually stay. Go read it yourself.”

Shi Lingshan remembered something and placed a key on the counter. “Also, all the items in the wood shed in the backyard, all sorts of odds and ends, our master left them all to you. My *Shijie* Su and I didn’t dare to open the door and clean up. You should move them away when you have time; it’s not good to leave them here indefinitely. There’s no time like the present. The shop has a handcart; I reckon you can move everything in two or three trips.”

Li Huai’s head began to ache. Move them? Move them where? His ancestral home was so small. If his mother ever found out that his room was filled with “junk” from the Yang family’s apothecary, she would scold him mercilessly, not caring about respecting the dead or being considerate of superiors. Li Huai discussed it with Shi Lingshan, asking if he could leave the items where they were for now. If Shi Lingshan felt they were taking up too much space in the apothecary’s backyard, he could pay a yearly rental fee… Shi Lingshan looked at the sincere-faced scholar in his Confucian robes, sighed, and waved his hand, saying there was no need for rent; no need to be so distant. Besides, the entire backyard was their master’s territory. If you really didn’t want to move them, they could discuss it later.

Li Huai thanked him repeatedly and was about to go to the backyard to take a look when he bent down to lift the bamboo curtain. Shi Lingshan glanced at the timid fox spirit who wanted to follow Li Huai to the backyard and said coldly, “Front shop, back workshop; no entry for idlers.”

Ha, a fox spirit with questionable origins dared to wander into the backyard? Who gave you the gall!

Wei Taizhen’s face paled. The gentle-natured fox spirit quickly straightened her robes, curtsied, and silently apologized to the martial artist at the counter.

Li Huai’s thoughts were unknown, but in Wei Taizhen’s eyes, the young martial artist seemed to be protected by a divine being, radiating golden light, as if naturally suppressing all ghosts and demons.

As soon as Wei Taizhen entered the shop, she sensed the imposing aura, a golden deity slowly opening its eyes, looking down upon the fox spirit. Wei Taizhen didn’t dare to meet its gaze at all.

Li Huai turned and explained with a smile, “Shi Lingshan, I know the old rules of the apothecary, but Wei *Guniang* is a close friend of mine. No need to be so rigid. Don’t worry, I guarantee Wei *Guniang* won’t rummage through anything when she’s with me in the backyard.”

Seeing that Shi Lingshan didn’t object, Li Huai bowed with cupped hands, pleading with a playful smile, “Bend the rules a little, please bend the rules a little.”

Since Li Huai had said so, Shi Lingshan had no choice but to nod.

It wasn’t that Shi Lingshan was intentionally making things difficult for the fox spirit of unknown origin or trying to embarrass Li Huai. It was that Shi Lingshan knew very well that the backyard of this apothecary was not a place for casual sightseeing. Now that their master was gone, Shi Lingshan wanted to do his best to uphold this tradition.

Li Huai explained telepathically, “Wei *Guniang*, don’t be angry. Shi Lingshan is just like that; he values the rules passed down from the older generation more than anything. He’s not being personal.”

Wei Taizhen nodded vigorously.

As for the pure martial artist’s focused sound transmission and the *lianqi* practitioner’s telepathic speech, Li Huai had inexplicably learned them.

Occasionally, Li Huai would lament that if only he could be so enlightened when studying. As for why this was so, Li Huai was open-minded, realizing that there were many things he didn’t understand, so why bother racking his brains?

The apothecary’s backyard had a courtyard, so whenever it rained, it must have been a scene of “four waters returning to the hall.”

Opposite the main house, which was several steps higher than the ground, under the eaves, there was a long wooden bench.

At this moment, Wei Taizhen had a mysterious feeling, or perhaps it was just an illusion.

As soon as she entered this place, she felt a bit breathless, her own existence seemed particularly insignificant, as if she were standing in a majestic palace that was impossibly tall and impossibly deep.

She even felt as if every breath she took here was a punishable offense.

If Li Huai wasn’t there, a bolt of lightning would descend upon her head, shattering her soul.
In those days, Wei Taizhen from the Treasure Mirror Mountain near the Bone Beach had ascended to the realm of Golden Core Earth Immortal. She meticulously followed a secret decree from her master, accompanying Li Huai and a girl named Pei Qian on a journey through the Northern Entire Continent. Back then, Pei Qian was merely a sixth-realm martial artist, but now she has become a Grandmaster of the highest caliber, renowned throughout the world.

Meanwhile, Li Huai, residing at the Cliff Academy of the Great Sui in Treasure Bottle Continent, had transformed into a wise sage of the vast world.

Wei Taizhen privately mused that Pei Qian’s “leap” from the sixth realm to the pinnacle of martial arts seemed somewhat easier to accept.

Although Li Huai studied diligently, he was truly not cut out to be a scholar. She recalled that during their travels, Li Huai always forgot half of what he memorized. Back then, even Wei Taizhen, let alone Pei Qian, could recite passages flawlessly. Aside from his diligent efforts, Wei Taizhen had carefully considered Li Huai’s aptitude for scholarship. After much deliberation, she concluded that Li Huai had no redeeming qualities when it came to studying!

Now, Wei Taizhen was a genuine Nascent Soul realm fox immortal.

Her previous departure from Li Huai’s side was due to her master, Li Liu, who feared that Wei Taizhen, nearing the bottleneck of the Golden Core realm and unable to enter seclusion to break through, would have an unstable Dao heart and be unable to restrain her fox-like allure. She would become a bewitching fox spirit, only hindering her younger brother Li Huai’s studies. Therefore, Li Liu ordered her to stay obediently at the Lion Peak Daoist temple, diligently cultivating until she broke through. Only then could she return to Li Huai’s side and meticulously attend to her brother’s needs.

Upon reaching the Golden Core realm, Li Liu had gifted Wei Taizhen two magical treasures, allowing her to trade lives with Nascent Soul cultivators who weren’t sword cultivators.

Now, upon attaining the Nascent Soul realm, Li Liu once again bestowed upon Wei Taizhen a pair of offensive magical treasures, capable of exchanging lives with Jade Purity realm cultivators.

However, due to her inherently gentle nature and lack of experience sparring with Qi refiners on the mountain, she appeared easily bullied.

She possessed the cultivation of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator, but the bearing of a wild cultivator from the lower five realms.

Suddenly, someone lifted the bamboo curtain, and a man’s voice interrupted Wei Taizhen’s thoughts.

“Greetings, young lady, may I ask your name, place of residence, and marital status?”

Wei Taizhen quickly turned her head and saw a man with gleaming hair, rubbing his hands together with a bashful smile. “My humble name is Zheng Dafeng, I am Li Huai’s… older brother! I am not yet married, only because I have always maintained a clean lifestyle and have high standards, which has led to this delay. Although my appearance may be aged, I am not that old. To be honest, I taught Li Huai everything he knows!”

The man plopped down on the long bench, shifted his buttocks, and patted the bench with his hand. “Young lady, feel free to relax here, treat it as your own home. Sit, let’s sit down and chat.”

Although she wore a veiled hat, concealing her face, her figure was graceful, her eyes sparkling, and her manner shy. Zheng Dafeng was certain that with such a presence, there was no need to even see her face!

Seeing that the young lady seemed shy because of her sudden encounter with a handsome gentleman, Zheng Dafeng lifted his long gown, crossed his legs, and smiled. “I, Zheng, am also a scholar, and I love to wander the mountain of books. I am already intoxicated when I encounter a beautiful phrase, let alone a beautiful woman with a face like jade.”

Look at my appearance, my eloquence, I have instantly captivated this foreign young lady.

Li Huai, having read Hu Feng’s letter and hearing the commotion outside, walked out of the side room door and exposed the deception. “Why don’t you say you raised me with your own spit and tears?”

If he were to say that, it wouldn’t be entirely wrong. When Li Huai was young, he was closest to Zheng Dafeng, who often carried Li Huai back and forth between the ancestral home to the west and the Yang family’s shop.

Zheng Dafeng became anxious. “I’m not that old, I’m just a strapping young man in my twenties…”

Wei Taizhen was at a loss.

Thankfully, the other party was merely glib and not handsy, otherwise, she would have had to slap him?

Li Huai, with mischievous intentions, helped to introduce them. “Fairy Wei, this is Zheng Dafeng, I’ve called him Uncle Zheng since I was little. In terms of seniority, he is my father’s junior brother. He used to work as a shop assistant at the pharmacy. Later, Grandpa Yang disliked his idleness and constant shirking of his duties. He would either play chess with people on the roadside or wander around the Dragon Kiln. Grandpa Yang couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked him out. Uncle Zheng also works part-time as a gatekeeper on the east side of town. He’s a good person.”

Zheng Dafeng’s eyes lit up. “Young lady’s surname is Wei? Wei as in ‘Wei compiled the three volumes until the leather wore out’? A fine surname! Moreover, ancient books have long written, ‘On this day, a great wind blew, uprooting trees of ten Wei or more from the Ganquan Altar.’ Fate, it is evident that I, Zheng, and Miss Wei are truly destined!”

Wei Taizhen was skeptical, could there really be such a book with such a sentence?

Li Huai pointed towards the woodshed and said, “Uncle Zheng, I just heard Shi Lingshan say that Grandpa Yang left all the tools in the woodshed for me. I don’t have a place to put them, so why don’t I give them to you? You can come and move them away?”

Zheng Dafeng had a yellow mud house on the eastern edge of town.

Although his relationship with Shi Lingshan wasn’t that great, Li Huai had always treated Zheng Dafeng as an elder in his family.

Zheng Dafeng said solemnly, “This is Master’s arrangement. I wouldn’t dare accept it if you offered it to me.”

Li Huai said, “Then I’ll just leave them there for now.”

Zheng Dafeng nodded and smiled. “That’s for the best.”

Li Huai asked, “What brings you here?”

Zheng Dafeng said, “A bunch of semi-familiar scholars came to the Falling Phoenix Mountain. I’m timid, so I asked Immortal Guardian Taoist to take care of them.”

Li Huai asked in confusion, “Huh?”

Zheng Dafeng didn’t want to dwell on the matter and asked, “Where’s that young Taoist?”

Li Huai said, “He ran off to the Tongye Continent. He said that Chen Ping’an personally invited him to come out of the mountain to do something important that couldn’t be done without him.”

Zheng Dafeng said helplessly, “Do you really believe that?”

Li Huai smiled. “Of course not, why bother taking such bragging seriously? Just listen and let it go.”

Zheng Dafeng gave a thumbs up. “A broad mind can hold fortune.”

Li Huai asked, “Where’s Su Dian?”

Zheng Dafeng said, “She went on a long journey. Thanks to you and your influence, she went to find a senior brother. It’s easier to be an official if you have someone in court, and it’s easier to make a name for yourself in the pugilistic world if you have a senior brother who has already made a name for himself as a backer. It’s easier to establish a foothold in a foreign land.”

Li Huai asked in confusion, “Su Dian is looking for a senior brother, what does that have to do with me?”

Zheng Dafeng said with a smile, “Heaven doesn’t speak, fate is like this, what reason is there to discuss.”

At the entrance of the Falling Phoenix Mountain…
The Taoist Immortal Guard, having discerned the faces of the scholarly visitors, found his legs beginning to tremble.

Familiar! They were exceedingly familiar! Though his Taoist identity was a mere facade, never having received official Taoist ordination, he had, in his youth, earnestly studied the books of sages and worthies.

How could he not recognize them? In the various state and county Confucian temples throughout the continent, particularly in the capital city, where the temples were grand and contained portraits of all seventy-two sages, while smaller local temples displayed fewer images, typically those of the Supreme Sage Confucius, the Sage of Rituals, the Second Sage Mencius, and the Sage of Literature, along with ten additional portraits known as the Ten Philosophers of the Confucian Temple.

Now, these four scholars, arriving together at the foot of the mountain, were immediately recognizable to the Immortal Guard.

There was the cotton-robed scholar with a gourd hanging from his waist.

Dao Lin, styled Ran Jun, was the foremost among the seventy-two sages enshrined in the Vast Expanse Confucian Temple. Legend had it that he was the first Confucian sage to possess a personal epithet.

Then, there was the tall, imposing man with a lofty hat, bearing an iron sword.

Zhou Guo, styled Duan Zheng, was said to have been the longest-serving disciple of the Supreme Sage Confucius, accompanying him on his travels throughout the world, ensuring that “Taoists” of the ancient world dared not speak ill.

Min Wen, styled Xiang Ji, possessed a character that was gentle on the outside but firm within, entering the path through filial piety and excelling in “literature.”

Li Hou, styled Ju Jing, was eloquent, skilled in governance, and adept at wealth management, revered by later generations of scholars as the founder of the Confucian merchants. The Supreme Sage Confucius once praised him, saying, “He can be spoken to of the *Book of Odes*.” Li Hou was also recognized as the disciple who held the Supreme Sage Confucius in the highest esteem, perhaps without exception. While the martial and heroic Zhou Guo might have said to the Master, “Why must one study to learn?”, Li Hou would say, “The Master’s knowledge is unattainable, like the heavens, which cannot be ascended by stairs.”

Perhaps because Li Hou was skilled in the way of commerce and trade, being the most worldly among the Supreme Sage’s disciples, the historical accounts and praises of him were the most abundant, saying that he was a scholar who best combined learning with action.

These four scholars, as if stepped out of the portraits in the Confucian Temple, were all esteemed students of the Supreme Sage Confucius, each holding a place among the Ten Philosophers of the Confucian Temple.

Ran Jun was content in poverty, while Ju Jing was courteous in wealth.

The way of civility and martial prowess had not fallen to the ground, but resided in people. Civility resided in Min Wen, and martial prowess in Duan Zheng.

Li Hou smiled and said, “Are we going to be mistaken for charlatans again?”

It turned out that after arriving in Huaihuang County, they had not immediately gone to Pīyún Mountain or Loquat Mountain, but had instead decided to first visit the capital of Great Li, wanting to see the “Rumor Mill” and the Spring Mountain Academy, the predecessor of the Cliff Academy.

Unexpectedly, at the entrance of a small alley, someone stopped them, saying that the road was closed, and asked them to leave.

The old immortal master, Liu Jia, murmured something with his disciple, Zhao Duanming, causing the old Nascent Soul cultivator to become indignant. It turned out that every time his disciple saw a scholar, he claimed to recognize him as one of the sages enshrined in the Confucian Temple. Zhao Duanming insisted that he was certain he could not be mistaken. At first, Liu Jia was shocked and fearful, but as he heard more, the old immortal master became angry. Were the swindlers in the capital so rampant now? If only one legendary sage had come, Liu Jia might have believed it. Two at most, and the old man might have hesitated, unsure of the truth. But to say that four had come at once, and all of them were first-rate sages among the Ten Philosophers of the Vast Expanse Confucian Temple… that was going too far!

“Do you think I, Liu Jia, am a three-year-old child, so easily deceived?!”

The group of four, having been turned away, smiled at each other. They did not explain anything and simply turned to leave.

The old immortal master sighed, lamenting the decline of morals and the corruption of the human heart. “The scholars of today are a disgrace to their calling!”

The young man could not help but ask, “Master, what if they weren’t lying, and it was true?”

The old immortal master stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, cautiously asking his disciple, “Could it be?”

In the end, the old man no longer dwelled on the truth, smiling freely. If they were indeed who they claimed to be, then the joke that the State Preceptor Cui had made in the past, half-true, half-false, could be considered fulfilled.

Since he had achieved his wish and could truly see those ancient figures from the books, and the cultivators on the mountaintop would not easily show their faces, then Liu Jia would no longer be a gatekeeper here.

But before leaving the alley, he had to thank that Embroidered Tiger properly.

The old man glanced back at the somewhat quiet and desolate alley, as if he saw an old scholar in a blue robe, with snow-white temples, carrying some peanuts in one hand, occasionally picking one up and throwing it into his mouth, chewing slowly, pondering his thoughts, the affairs of the state and the world. He was alone, walking on the path of the world, as if he never cared about cultivating himself and managing his family, yet he could govern the country and pacify the world.

The Taoist Immortal Guard, however, would not doubt their identities.

Since they dared to come to Loquat Mountain, it would confirm their identities.

Duan Zheng asked in confusion, “Is it him?”

The Eldest Brother had already given the answer. The cotton-robed scholar first bowed and paid respects to the Taoist.

The other three scholars followed suit, respectfully bowing to the Taoist.

After all, ten thousand years ago, if not for this person taking the lead and paving the way, perhaps the world ten thousand years later would not be the same.

The gatekeeper Immortal Guard, with a wooden hairpin in his hair, vaguely returned a Taoist greeting.

When Chen Ping An appeared beside him, the Immortal Guard was immediately relieved. It turned out that they were paying respects to the Mountain Master.

On the steps of Emerald Peak Mountain, the little boy in blue was sitting with Chen Qingliu, not going down to the foot of the mountain to receive guests.

Xin Ji’an, who had just returned to Loquat Mountain after traveling abroad, was sitting beside them.

A Loquat Mountain historian was squatting far away, his white hair and youthful face filled with excitement. Today’s page in the chronicle would be significant!

Chen Lingjun felt that the guests at the foot of the mountain looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them before, but he could not remember where.

Chen Lingjun nudged his good friend beside him, asking in a low voice, “Are they your friends?”

Chen Qingliu smiled and said, “I can’t afford to associate with them.”

Chen Lingjun said, “Our Master has personally gone down the mountain to welcome the guests. It’s not appropriate for me to sit here with you, is it?”

Chen Qingliu scoffed, “You’re not a scholar. What can you do over there? Talk about classics with them?”

Chen Lingjun was displeased and said, “Aren’t you always posing as a cultured person? Why don’t you go and join the fun, at least get acquainted with them.”

Chen Qingliu smiled and said, “I’ve long passed the age where I need to introduce myself to anyone.”
Xin Ji’an nodded and chuckled, “From the day Fellow Daoist Chen left his blessed homeland, he secretly made a rule for himself: never attend those tedious drinking parties where you have to introduce your name and origin. It seems the only exception was when he met that esteemed figure from the Mo family?”

Because Chen Lingjun was sitting nearby, Xin Ji’an didn’t reveal the true identity of the esteemed figure, who was none other than the Grand Master of the Mo School.

Chen Qingliu nodded, “If I remember correctly, that was the only exception. It was solely because he said something that resonated deeply with me: ‘A muddy source will never produce a clear stream, and a faithless conduct will inevitably tarnish one’s reputation.'”

Chen Lingjun automatically ignored the bragging and curiously asked, “Brother Muddy Stream, you actually came from a blessed land? Aren’t you a native of Beiju Luzhou?”

Chen Qingliu revealed a hint of nostalgia, nodding, “Actually, I came from an unclaimed blessed land in Liuxia Continent.”

Xin Ji’an asked, “I forgot to ask, where is that Miss Xie now?”

Back then, she followed them on their travels to Upside-Down Mountain, always acting as a servant girl, and her fist techniques were exceptionally powerful.

Chen Qingliu smiled, “After that matter was settled, we parted ways. She didn’t get along with my disciples, so she went to the Western Buddhist kingdom. It’s been a long time since I heard from her.”

Chen Lingjun became even more curious, lowering his voice to ask, “Among your disciples, is there one surnamed Zheng, who likes to wear white clothes, quite tall, and looks like he’s never short of money?”

Chen Qingliu nodded, “He is my eldest disciple, indeed surnamed Zheng. He’s doing quite well in the Central Continent. As for the others, they are all failures.”

How could those like Han Qiaose and Liu Daochun still have the face to call him “Master” when they saw him?

Chen Lingjun immediately felt relieved. In that case, it wasn’t impolite of him to call the other man “Nephew Zheng” back then.

He just couldn’t figure out why the old scholar and the big white goose seemed to have a good chat with that Nephew Zheng at the foot of the mountain. Was it just politeness?

Chen Qingliu scoffed, “That kid surnamed Zheng is too clever. I didn’t even dare to teach him swordsmanship, lest I teach a disciple who would starve his master.”

Chen Lingjun patted Chen Qingliu’s arm, advising, “We are all brothers here, knowing each other inside and out. Let’s not gossip about these pointless things outside the drinking table.”

If that Konghou, who has been acting high and mighty ever since becoming the compiler of Luopo Mountain’s records, heard it, she would laugh at him for finding unreliable and irresponsible friends, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?

The white-haired boy clicked his tongue in wonder. Was this considered knowing each other inside and out?

Good Fellow Daoist Jingqing, do you really know who that Mr. Xin is, the one from whom you obtained two calligraphy scrolls, yet described them as “the writing is not bad, the lyrics are decent, and they seem to have a certain aura”?

Chen Lingjun had a flash of inspiration. To be cautious, he raised his hand to his mouth and asked, “Tell me frankly, is that Nephew Zheng… that person?”

Chen Qingliu smiled and said, “Who is ‘that person’? Because he’s surnamed Zheng and likes to wear white clothes, so he’s Zheng Juzhong of White Emperor City?”

Chen Lingjun burst into laughter, raising his hand to slap Chen Qingliu on the head. “It’s a pity we aren’t making money as storytellers under the Tianqiao bridge.”

Little Mo, wearing a yellow hat and blue shoes, appeared with the girl in the sable hat and casually sat on the steps.

Earlier at the Sword Worship Terrace, Xie Gou assured Little Mo that he definitely wouldn’t argue with those visitors, and would be friendly and amiable when they met.

In fact, Xie Gou had his own thoughts. Since there was someone to play the “red face” (a strict role), there should also be someone to play the “white face” (a lenient role), that was how it should be.

But when Little Mo agreed without much hesitation, even without informing Chen Ping’an beforehand, Xie Gou felt a pang of tenderness. He wasn’t afraid of making things difficult for the Mountain Master Chen, the host, but he couldn’t bear to make things difficult for Little Mo.

They sat in a row on the mountain steps, from left to right: the white-haired boy with a brush and book, Xie Gou yawning with his hand on his cheek, Little Mo with the green bamboo staff across his knees, Chen Lingjun wondering why that silly girl Nuanshu hadn’t appeared yet, Chen Qingliu lightly patting his knees, and Xin Ji’an, relaxed and at ease. A moment later, Zhu Lian arrived with the girl in the pink dress and sat beside Xin Ji’an.

Having received a reminder from Chen Ping’an’s mind, Wei Bo hurriedly came to Luopo Mountain from the Piyun Mountain reading place.

If Chen Ping’an hadn’t said it beforehand, Wei Bo wouldn’t have believed it.

Mountain Lord Wei bowed and greeted those scholars, his heart stirred, unable to calm down for a long time. In a daze, his dream came true.

The cotton-robed scholar with a gourd hanging from his waist smiled and said, “To travel at night with a candle in the darkness, it is indeed meaningful. Mountain Lord Wei’s divine title is Night Wanderer, it is truly well-deserved.”

Wei Bo was slightly stunned, and after a moment of silence, immediately said in a deep voice, “What the Great Master says is absolutely right! I have been thinking the same!”

Chen Ping’an was speechless for a moment. So, all the earnest advice I gave you earlier, Mountain Lord Wei, you were sleepwalking?