"I know it's just a small favor, but I really want to say to you: thank you." After Bai Yi finished speaking, he let out a sigh of relief, as if a wish had been fulfilled. However, there was one thing he didn't dare to say. When he first saw Mu Zihe, he had a strange feeling of familiarity, but that person was a lofty immortal. At that time, he was just an ordinary mortal, so how could they have possibly known each other? It was just a foolish idea.

"Thank you, I...heard it." Muzi He didn't know what he was feeling inside at that moment, but he instinctively responded to Bai Yi, acknowledging that sense of gratitude with sincerity and profound significance.

For a moment, they looked at each other in silence, but it wasn't awkward. It seemed like something was flowing in the air.

"How did you enter the realm of cultivation?" Mu Zihe was genuinely curious. At that time, Bai Yi was not young anymore. He must have entered an outer sect in order to cultivate. How could he have gained such power within just two years?

"Yeah, I guess it was fate. I was desperate to become immortal at that time. I met a fortune teller on the way and I truly believed he was a deity, so I was determined to become his disciple. As a result..." Bai Yi recollected the past and couldn't help but sigh at his own luck.

In the dilapidated temple, there was a strange and pungent odor permeating the air. Spiders crawled densely along the corners of the roof. A stinky old man leaned contentedly against a rusty Buddha statue, looking down at the thin and weak young boy kneeling below, and sighed inwardly.

"Grandfather, please accept me as your disciple," the frail young boy said while kowtowing, his devoutness indescribable.

Why is it this request again? The old man furrowed his brows and impatiently rolled his eyes. "I've told you countless times, I am not the immortal you speak of. It's pointless for you to follow me."

The thin and weak young man, however, paid no heed and said, "I beg you to accept me as your disciple." After speaking, he proceeded to kowtow deeply.

"Move! Move! Don't obstruct the old man's sight. If I say I won't accept it, then I won't accept it! Do you hear me? Hurry up and leave!"

"Please accept me as your disciple." Another series of kowtows followed. The old man rolled his eyes, completely speechless. How did he end up encountering such a stubborn and unyielding person who refused to listen to others?

"Frustrating, so frustrating. I'm hungry, old man. I'm going to eat now, just do me a favor and stop following me!" The old man stepped out of the room, but couldn't help glancing sideways. The young man behind him stood up unsteadily, even though his legs were already numb. Sigh...shaking his head involuntarily, he hesitated for a moment before lifting his back leg and walked out.

How did I get involved in this mess? The old man couldn't figure it out. Thinking back to that day, all he did was deceive people as usual, telling fortunes and such. Could it be because others called him a half-immortal? This must be the consequence of deceiving people for so many years! But...but...everything is for survival! While feeling deeply moved in his heart, the old man still felt a sense of satisfaction. Not all fortune-tellers could make a living, let alone carry the title of a half-immortal.

The bustling market, the prosperous capital city, the old man thrived in it like a fish in water. "Semi-Immortal, Semi-Immortal, please wait! Please wait!" A fat man in luxurious silk and satin blocked the old man's path.

The old man calmly assessed the fat man who blocked his way, observing his attire of fine Su Chou brocade and satin fabric, and felt satisfied inside.

Blocking my way, huh? What brings you here? The old man had a stern expression, mysterious eyes, and a dignified posture. Every aspect of him exuded an aura of greatness!

"Over here, come this way, Half Immortal, please~" The fatty said as he led the old man into the largest tavern in this area.

"Cough, cough, let's go then," the old man pretended and followed them into the restaurant. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young man who was still standing there, looking stunned. He furrowed his brow in dissatisfaction. This kid is so foolish. It's not every day that you can find a chance to take advantage of a rich person. Regretting his decision, he grabbed the young man, who was still in a daze. Just as he had firmly grabbed him, his heart skipped a beat. Uh oh, now there's no way to shake him off! Serves you right for being so clumsy!

After one stick of incense.

"Half-immortal, are you satisfied with the food?" The old man could only helplessly curl his lips upon hearing this. He thought to himself, this fat man's stomach is really something, as he managed to eat most of the dishes. He even had the audacity to call himself a swindler targeting the rich! They always know how to be stingy!"

"Alright, what business do you have with me at last?"

"Mr. Banxian, it's like this. I am Zhang Yuanwai from the eastern part of this local area. My newly wedded daughter-in-law is pregnant, and I have heard about your renowned abilities as a half-immortal. I hope you can help us determine the gender of the baby, as well as assess the child's fortune."

"Okay, good. I understand. I will come to your house tomorrow evening."

"Ah, thank you, Senior Immortal." The thin and weak teenager, who had been silently eating, had already raised his head when they were having a conversation. Finally, his eyes regained their brilliance.

As the night fell, the old man sighed when he saw the young boy, who remained devout and unchanged, bowing his head in front of him. Unable to bear it any longer, the old man closed his eyes, pinched his fingers to calculate, and after a moment, he opened his eyes and shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of desolation.

However, you... unexpectedly have a connection with me. You... do you really want to cultivate the Dao? This is an irreversible path. Once you embark on it, there is no turning back.

The old man stopped persuading when he heard the determined voice of the young man, "Please take me as your disciple."

"Very well, remember this. I am known as Master Xuanshi. Today, you will become my disciple, and I shall grant you a new name: Bai Yi. 'Bai' means clarity, like the sun and moon, and 'Yi' means brightness. It symbolizes being clear and transparent, being truthful and straightforward in your actions and dealings. This is what I, as your master, expect of you. From now on, worldly matters shall be as dust and soil to you. Keep this in mind."

"Thank you, Master~" White Yi respectfully kowtowed three more times, and Master Yuanzi nodded in approval.

After that, Bai Yi followed his master.

"You're also amazing, to be able to catch up to us in just two years. I didn't expect that I rescued a genius back then." After listening, Mu Zihe truly admired Bai Yi's luck and talent.

"...You, you are the most formidable." Bai Yi stammered, finally forcing out these words.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell silent once again.

"Ahem, let's take a break before moving forward," said the silent atmosphere, making Bai Yi's mouth dry and his tongue parched.

"Okay." It was still the person's habitual simple response, but it caused Bai Yi to inexplicably lower her head. The tips of her ears turned slightly red, but they remained unnoticed in the darkness.

Bai Yi broke free from Mu Zihe's embrace and sat firmly on the ground, slowly regulating his breath to recover his body. Mu Zihe stood up and created a barrier within three feet, then sat down behind Bai Yi and gradually eased his breathing.

In the darkness, those fireflies gradually approached each other, eventually forming the shape of a pair of eyes. The dim pupils gazed at Wu Zihe and the other person. The left eye carried a cold and stern judgment, while the right eye brimmed with intense greed.

After a brief moment, those eyes scattered again, turning into flickering lights of fireflies drifting in the darkness.

Mu Zihe slowly opened his eyes. He believed without a doubt that the bone-chilling sensation he had just experienced was not an illusion.

Bai Yi felt as if his body had been split in half. The area where the evil aura flowed became increasingly cold, and the cultivation technique he usually practiced suddenly turned scorching hot, as if something went wrong. The two forces were tormenting his senses from within.

Exhausting tremendous effort, Bai Yi managed to compress the sinister aura into a corner, and confined it by suppressing and sealing it with his little finger. It wasn't that he didn't want to force it out, but his current cultivation was still not enough to accomplish that. Thinking of this, Bai Yi became even more determined to cultivate. After completing all of this, his entire body was already drenched in sweat.

Slowly calming down the breath in his body, but his hairs stood on end in an instant. He could feel that two completely different gazes had fallen upon him. Although it was fleeting, he had a premonition that this was the greatest crisis he had encountered since arriving in this place!

And at the other end of the Enchanted Array World.

"Hua Yuhun, you really are a devil." Even when saying such things to others, that person still wore a smiling face and maintained the demeanor of a suave young gentleman.

Hua Yuhan lowered his head and couldn't be bothered to even smile in response to Ru Yizi's evaluation. He simply stretched his lazy waist, took a step, and walked away. When paths diverge, there's no need to conspire together; they simply went their separate ways.

Both of them seemed indifferent but also harbored hidden thoughts towards the distant flickering light that seemed to slowly approach.