The young Daoist was named Zhang Zheng, and the short, stout young Daoist next to him was Zeng Weida. The two of them were quite lively and chatted with Zhao Rui the most.
They were all around the same age, so they grew close after chatting a few times.
With companions to talk to and clear up his confusion, Zhao Rui's tranquil life of Daoist Cultivation instantly became more "vibrant."
Before he knew it, a month had passed in the blink of an eye!
Zhao Rui had also "honorably" become a "qualified" Daoist of Qingcheng Mountain.
One day, as the disciples were performing their morning rite before the main hall, the sound of a bell suddenly rang out.
Seven or eight Daoists, clad in cloaks adorned with auspicious clouds and cranes, could be seen striding over from the distance. Their pace was so swift it was clear they were using their Lightweight Skill.
In the blink of an eye, they vanished before the gates of the main hall's courtyard.
