At the summit, Qingyun Daoist Temple.
Upon seeing Chen Yang, Qin Ma, unable to speak, excitedly made several gestures at Chen Yang before hurrying to the back yard to cook.
Chen Yang wasn't sure what special day it might be as he entered the temple and saw his master meditating in front of the Sanqing ancestral statues.
Li Yiliang, with eyes closed as if carved from gold, sat crossed-legged on his cushion, hands resting on his knees, motionless as if even his breathing had ceased.
The twilight sunshine outside cast upon his back, making him appear like an Immortal.
Chen Yang didn't disturb him, and stood waiting for over an hour by the side, as the scent of cooking wafted from the backyard. Finally, the master opened his eyes.
Li Yiliang stretched his arms, grumbling, "Oh my, I actually fell asleep while meditating."
What, you were sleeping?
A twitch at the corner of Chen Yang's mouth, he was speechless.
