I’m Already a Purple-Robed Taoist Master. You’re Telling Me This Is Dream of the Red Chamber?

After eighteen years of cultivating the Dao, with Daoist scriptures in his left hand and the Primordial Thunder Method in his right, Zhu Yu still hadn't received his ordination.

His senior sister told him to descend the mountain and see the world.

"You mean the Ning and Rong mansions? The Dream of the Red Chamber?"

Xichun, who served her father at the convent; Qin Keqing, who honored her husband's parents in his stead; and the junior sister from Mount Longhu were nowhere to be seen. After searching for Bao and Dai, he found them in Zhu Yu's room, discussing scriptures and music.

Years later, watching his senior sister come down the mountain after him, Zhu Yu smiled and asked with a playful air, "Senior Sister, do you regret it now?"

Looking at Zhu Yu and the bevy of beauties around him, his senior sister gritted her teeth and said,

"I never should have let you descend the mountain."