In the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple, the brilliant afterglow gradually faded from the horizon. Night fell like a vast, soft sheet of black silk, gently draping over the world. Stars twinkled in the night sky, each one like a precious gem inlaid upon the silk, casting a charming radiance that added an air of mystery and romance to the tranquil courtyard. A gentle breeze brushed by, carrying thick, lingering notes of flowers and fruit—the unique scent of Wuzhuang Temple. It was fresh and sweet, refreshing the spirit and making all fatigue and worry vanish in an instant.
Zhenyuanzi stood quietly in the picturesque night, his gaze turning slowly toward Su Yu, his eyes filled with sincere gratitude. He walked over to Su Yu with a steady stride, clapped a hand firmly on his shoulder, and spoke in a hearty, earnest tone: "Little friend Su Yu, you have done me, Zhenyuanzi, a tremendous favor this time! If not for you, I might never have seen Brother Hongyun again in this lifetime. This kindness is something I, Zhenyuanzi, will hold dear in my heart; it cannot simply be brushed aside." The look in Zhenyuanzi’s eyes was resolute, showing Su Yu just how much he valued this debt of gratitude.
Su Yu waved his hands hurriedly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he replied sincerely, "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, what are you saying? We are all cultivators in this vast Primordial World; helping one another is only natural. Besides, being able to help Fellow Daoist Hongyun and seeing hi…
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