Just then, Zhenyuanzi walked slowly out from the temple. His gait was steady and firm, his long robes fluttering in the breeze, exuding an aura of immortality and refined grace. Seeing Hongyun drowning his sorrows in drink, he couldn't help but knit his brows, a trace of concern flitting across his eyes. "Hongyun, what has come over you? Sighing all day and hitting the bottle—this is not like you at all."
Hongyun looked up at Zhenyuanzi and offered a bitter smile. "Old Zhen, tell me, am I truly that useless? Look at the others—they hold the Hongmeng Purple Qi and become saints with such ease. As for me, I’m guarding this treasure and haven't the slightest clue what to do. Does the Primordial World even have a place for me in the future?"
Zhenyuanzi walked over to sit beside Hongyun, patting him gently on the shoulder. "Hongyun, don't belittle yourself. Attaining sainthood is a matter of destiny and timing; it cannot be rushed. Who knows? Perhaps your opportunity will arrive when you least expect it."
Chapter 71