Traveling Daoist bowed towards the void: "Master Yunshui, long time no see."
After a while, from the direction Traveling Daoist was facing, a monk approached.
Clad in a green robe, with a bald head, white eyebrows, white beard, a face full of wrinkles, holding a jujube wooden stick as tall as himself in the left hand and a bowl in the right, he walked over slowly.
"Traveling Daoist, the last time we met was thirty years ago."
"Yes, last time, at least your eyebrows were still black; now they are all white." Traveling Daoist said to Master Yunshui.
"A non-existent mortal body, how can there be white eyebrows?" The old monk said with a smile.
"Esteemed seniors, now is really not the time to chat." Mr. Zhao pointed in the direction of a child in the distance; only the rope snapped into several pieces remained, the child was nowhere to be seen.
"I roughly calculated, this entity is not destined to perish and will likely achieve something in the future," said Master Yunshui.
