"You'd better hurry and leave; there are no old acquaintances of yours on this mountain, only endless poisonous insects." The Taoist felt a genuine fondness for Lu Yu and truly did not want him to die in this place, thus he spoke to persuade him.
"As you can see, I'm not afraid of them," Lu Yu said with a smile still on his face, pointing to the surrounding insects being continuously burned.
"These poisonous insects are merely discarded waste. There is a Taoist in the mountains whose strength is exceptional. Many cultivators have come only to lose their lives in vain. You are young; it would be best not to seek death in these mountains." The Taoist persisted in his earnest entreaties, perhaps due to his age or possibly because it had been a long time since he had seen anyone, which stirred his compassion.
"No, if I don't find the old acquaintance, I certainly won't leave so easily," Lu Yu continued, still smiling.
