The white-haired Zu Wenyuan quietly tidied up the chessboard.
As the rain fell, someone came over with an umbrella. Under the umbrella was the familiar young Taoist, Zhui Yue, though his eyes now carried a sense of indifference and vastness. He was Zhui Yue, yet he was no longer Zhui Yue.
Zu Wenyuan looked up, seemingly unsurprised: "Senior, you have arrived."
"Yes."
Zhui Yue nodded slightly and stepped forward, sitting opposite Zu Wenyuan, his demeanor calm and composed, "It's raining."
Zu Wenyuan gently said, "Yes, the first time I met you, I was very young, and it was also raining heavily. I didn't expect that when I met you again, it would still be during such a heavy rain."
"To come with the rain and leave with the rain is also my path."
"Taoist Sect senior."
