The old man tapped Little Ya's head lightly with his walking stick, smiling, "Here's another secret: when you meet an immortal, don't worry about anything else, just kowtow."
"Then ask the immortal to take you as a disciple."
"If you have a destiny with immortality, you'll be an immortal flying through the sky someday."
The old man's eyes were cloudy, containing a hint of regret as he sighed at the passing time, lamenting he had missed his chance for immortality.
The little boy didn't listen to the old man but stared blankly at something not far away.
On the Snow Mountain, a silhouette was slowly descending, as if it was a feather.
The old man followed the little boy's shocked gaze and made a plan after a single glance.
Looking around, he noticed the people ahead in the Snow Mountain team were all hurrying on their way.
At this moment, the old man gestured to the little boy to keep quiet, secretly leading him in the direction where the figure was falling.
