Lu Yuanqing watched Gu Yu approaching from afar, not asking anything and waited for him to come closer; then, they headed down the mountain together. Gu Yu didn't speak either, silently walking along.
Yiyun Peak had a pleasant name, but its scenery was hardly remarkable—with sparse vegetation, bare rocks, and many bald patches. The wind blew through, not rustling the layers of the forest, but instead highlighting desolation.
"The Jade Emperor Hall will select disciples at the end of the year, holding a grand ceremony. We would be honored if you could attend," Lu Yuanqing suddenly spoke up as they reached the mid-mountain.
"Oh? Then congratulations in advance, Taoist priest. I will certainly send someone," Gu Yu replied with a smile.
"Heh, I heard Phoenix Mountain took in six hundred apprentices; our Taoist temples combined only took in five hundred and twenty-eight, and we're still to choose the best among them. Getting two or three hundred would be a surprise."
