The man who looked exactly like Senior Brother Yuan from Mount Shu sat down beside the table, lifted the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea before pouring one for Chu Liang as well. As he did so, the ropes binding Chu Liang loosened on their own and slipped away, vanishing into the man’s sleeve.0

Now that Chu Liang was free, he rose to his feet and said, “Could it be…”0

His eyes flickered with thought before he continued, “Esteemed senior, did you perhaps pass through the Mount Shu region some forty years ago?”1

"Cough, cough." The middle-aged man had just raised the tea to his lips when he nearly choked. He quickly set the cup down and said, "What nonsense are you imagining? How could someone from the Divine Ruins Monastery simply... do... Well, in any case, the one on Mount Shu is merely one of my three thousand incarnations."0

"An incarnation?" Chu Liang exclaimed in surprise.0

"You could think of it that way," the monastery overseer replied. "The Divine Ruins Monastery remains secluded from the world, so it's easy to lose touch with current affairs. Each generation of the monastery’s overseers must send incarnations into the mortal realm to stay informed. The leading immortal sects,...0