"Lu Lang, Qing Quan has grown big..."
"I know, I know!"
"Sister Ying..."
"Be careful next time!"
So that night Lu Zheng comforted Liu Qingyan well, and the matter was over.
The next day, Lu Zheng packed some gifts, then soared through the clouds and flew straight to White Cloud Mountain.
...
"Master!"
"Finally willing to return to the mountain?"
"I heard from Brother Yuan Jing that Master returned to White Cloud Mountain to cultivate, so I came to pay my respects to Master."
"You are thoughtful."
Daoist Mingzhang took a sip of tea, exhaled a puff of white mist, which transformed into a cloud-like white crane, gracefully floating into the air, then slowly dispersed.
"Master's cultivation has advanced again," Lu Zheng praised, clapping his hands.
