Lu Yu pushed the door open, prepared to continue his cultivation practice; today, he had risen a bit late and had to make up for the missed cultivation time from before.
A familiar figure appeared before his eyes, still dressed in the familiar attire, sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, intently reading a list made of some strange material.
"Master!" Liu Qingyun exclaimed in surprise. It was only now that he realized that the scenes from last night might not have been a dream, that his master had truly allowed him to meet his parents. But he still harbored some fear, afraid that the beautiful scenes were just a dream borne from his own deep longing.
