Another spring has arrived, and the spiritual plants atop Celestial Capital Peak are growing even more lush. Mist shrouds the mountains, glinting with a faint golden light in the morning sun.
In the guest hall.
Chen Sheng is seeing off a young man dressed in profound black martial attire. The young man is tall and sturdy, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a facial expression that remarkably resembles Zhao Jinhua.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, take care on your way. Should there be another opportunity, feel free to return to Celestial Capital Peak for tea and discussion."
Chen Sheng bids farewell with cupped hands, his tone calm and steady.
The young man is Zhao Bailu, a gentle smile on his face. He bows in return:
"Brother Tingyu is too kind. If the opportunity arises, I will surely come to visit again."
