Lu Zheng rarely had a chance to sleep by himself in ancient times, and when he woke up in the morning, he was fully awake.
He pushed open the door and saw an old beggar lying on a lounge chair under the persimmon tree, with a cup of fragrant tea by his side, steaming warmly. The old beggar swayed gently, enjoying the rays of sunlight filtering through the tree crown.
"Young Lu, you sure know how to enjoy life."
Lu Zheng chuckled, "Senior, if you like, you can stay for a few more days."
The old beggar shook his head repeatedly, "Can't stay, can't stay. An old beggar like me is a miserable soul and can't enjoy this immortal life. A good meal is enough for me to savor for half a year."
He beckoned Lu Zheng over to sit close and casually tested him with a few questions.
Lu Zheng responded fluently, explaining his understanding of cultivation.
