Eternal Gate

"Holy Lord."

"No need to be polite."

Zhao Yun under the moon is like an idle tourist, wandering around the mountains with a wine bottle.

It was a quiet night, and there were many disciples practicing in the forest, along the paths, and by the pool. When they saw him, they stood up from afar and saluted respectfully.

Until he left, the younger generation did not close their eyes, their eyes were full of awe and their expressions were dazed.

They think that mortals are weak and humble, and as immortals, they can completely overlook them.