In this hazy and mystical land, Li Ping'an was momentarily taken aback when he saw Daoist Kongming.
The old Daoist was dressed in an exquisite dark robe, carrying a Fu Dust, draped in an outer garment made of black gauze, his complexion rosy and glowing with a red luster, smilingly looking at Li Ping'an.
"Master... Grandmaster..."
"Ah, you must not call me Grandmaster!"
Daoist Kongming's resonant voice came:
"I haven't given you much; it was merely by chance that you were at the Immortal Dynasty, and then followed your father to Wanyun Sect, which led to our fateful meeting.
"Ping'an, I am about to depart, and I have come to bid you farewell and express my gratitude."
Li Ping'an's nose tingled slightly.
So-called departure was likely a separation of life and death.
His father hadn't even called out to him.
Daoist Kongming had already approached Li Ping'an and raised his hand to grab his arm, asking warmly, "What have you been busy with lately?"
