Night
Desolate
There is no strange ripple in the desolate night, and the night temperature in the fairy world seems to be always cold.
This is Kunlun. The Looking Back Rock stands tall beside the Sansheng Stone. The Wangnian River flows tricklingly. The bright moon casts a faint white shadow in the sky.
In such a quiet night, a man in white clothes stood against a stone. He seemed a little thin under the shadow of the moon. He stood quietly, just standing there, overlooking the earth gently.
His name is Zuiyu, and he is the Kunlun Immortal. He likes the night, especially standing at the Sansheng Stone overlooking the Wangnian River at night, watching the drinking water trickling to the west, and listening to the chirping of the phoenix.
Although he is an immortal, he cannot escape his fate. Heaven is the most unpredictable!
"Yu'er" an old voice broke Ye's silence.
Bai Zuixian woke up from his meditation and responded: "Master."
"Come to Liuli Palace quickly"
"Disciple, obey."
Zuiyu picked up the Liuyun Sword beside him and walked slowly towards the Liuli Palace. He didn't like to use magic, especially at night like this. He preferred to slowly admire the beautiful scenery under the white frost cast by the moonlight.
He has just returned from the human world. He has not seen such beautiful scenery for several years. It has been three years since his master sent him to the human world for training. The clouds have rolled and the clouds have relaxed, and the prosperity has lasted for several years. He has tasted all the joys and sorrows of the world. It is difficult to say goodbye. This time he returned to the mountain and received an urgent summons from his master.
When Zuiyu arrived at Liuli Palace, everyone was already there.
Taoist Master Qingfeng seemed to see hope when he saw Zuiyu. Pointing at Zuiyu, he said shakily, "Yu'er, you... You are finally back."