Looking at the hesitant Li Yushan, the old Daoist had an answer in his heart and said with a faint smile, "It seems our fate ends here. It's time for me to leave. But remember, you are my disciple for three lifetimes, forever!"
With those words, the old Daoist transformed into a wisp of green smoke, drifting out of the room, disappearing without a trace.
Li Yushan was shocked to witness this scene!
He hadn't expected that his master, who had raised him, was actually a god!
As the old Daoist departed, he left behind a jade pendant on the meditation cushion, along with a letter.
Li Yushan held the letter in one hand and the jade pendant in the other, standing at the threshold, gazing outside. His mind couldn't calm down for a long time. Only when the sky had completely darkened, obscuring the outside view, did he dejectedly return to his room.