Mountain Peak Dao Field.
The chirping of insects and birds was incessant in the summer air. Wang Ping, dressed in a loose-fitting robe, sat at the stone table in the small courtyard with a relaxed and cheerful expression. He held a vintage wine aged for over fifty years, admiring the beauty of the Spirit Wood that filled the yard and taking a couple of swigs from time to time.
Before long, a figure descended from the sky and landed outside the small courtyard. It was Guangxuan from Sanhe Temple. Wang Ping had met many people over the years, but few he truly considered friends. Aside from his original fellow disciples, Guangxuan was one. Xia Yao, Feng Miao, and Cheng Ji—whom he had known before reaching Foundation Establishment—could also barely be counted among them.
