Though he was moved by Shi Junyang's talent, luck, and the joy of an old friend still being alive,
Lu Yuan did not rush off in a flurry to see this friend.
True, the friend had invited him once thousands of years ago. But back then, he had foolishly refused, his wisdom from past lives yet unawakened.
But having once refused, it might as well be put off a little longer.
To them, Heavenly Immortals, a few thousand or even tens of thousands of years are but a meditation, a nap, the twinkling of an eye.
Just to know that the other is still alive is enough for them.
Knowing the road ahead still stretches on, and there are friends to accompany on the journey, a seeker of the Way does not feel alone.
Lu Yuan and Shi Junyang are not entangled in romantic affections; they do not insist on meeting, but simply yearn to advance together towards the Great Tao.
It has to be said, the path they have chosen is exceedingly rugged and fraught with hardship.