The quietude of Mountain Luoxia was particularly palpable in the early morning, with the sun just having risen, its rays spilling through the dense woods, casting dappled shadows, while the cheerful chirping of early birds melodiously echoed through the forest.
Yet, Lu Yu had, unusually, ceased his meditative cultivation that day, solely because an old friend was visiting.
Suddenly, a streak of sword light illuminated the horizon, and a figure could be seen approaching on a flying sword, his sash fluttering – an image of an immortal if ever there was one, despite the square set of his face somewhat diminishing this ethereal quality.
Seeing this person, Lu Yu's face broke into a happy smile, and he teased with a laugh, "Your master has finally deigned to let you leave, Yan Dan, or should I say Yan Chixia now."
Yan Chixia laughed heartily in response, "You just take advantage of the fact that I've been reincarnated, even taking the liberty of changing my name."
