Under the bright moon, in a small courtyard, a group of young people gathered around a low table, sharing a drink.
Wang Xiu raised his cup with a smile. "To meet you today, Brother Yu, is truly my good fortune. Let me offer you a toast!"
Yu Xiaolong replied, "Not at all. Getting to know you, Brother Wang, and such talented young heroes is the real fortune! Come, come, let's drain our cups…"
Everyone clinked their glasses. The fragrance of wine filled the air, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
After a few more pleasantries, Wang Xiu got straight to the point. "I have a few questions I'd like to ask you, Brother Yu."
"Brother Wang, please don't hesitate to ask!" Yu Xiaolong responded.
Wang Xiu said, "If the records in the Sanqing Scriptures are correct, it's been several thousand years since anyone from the Nine Heavens has descended to the Lower Realm. Why have so many people come down all of a sudden this time?"
