In the beautiful mountain valley, Xuanqing Star Monarch walked on the grass, his white robe fluttering in the wind, exuding an otherworldly elegance.
He didn't walk fast, curiously observing the scenery along the way.
He made his way to the center of the valley and saw a figure meditating under an old tree, none other than the White-haired Ancestor.
He approached the White-haired Ancestor, bowed respectfully, and said, "Xuanqing Star Monarch pays respects to the Immortal Ancestor."
The White-haired Ancestor opened his eyes, looking at him with a gaze as calm as water.
Xuanqing Star Monarch smiled and said, "Immortal Ancestor, my Seventh Senior Brother often mentions you, always reminiscing about your journey on the Path of the Great Dao."
The White-haired Ancestor's expression remained unchanged and asked, "Back when your master took you as a disciple, I was present at that grand feast as well. I didn't expect that so many years have passed, yet you have not matured."
