He sighed softly, as if he were recalling something.

"That's enough, that's enough."

The old man from Yunshan spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a sense of vicissitude, "Get up."

Upon hearing this, Mingde trembled, slowly raised his head, and looked at the old man Yunshan with hope in his eyes.

“You were kind to me back then, and I am not an ungrateful person.”

The old man from Yunshan stroked his beard and spoke slowly, as if recounting a long-forgotten story: "Back then, I was traveling around, experiencing the world. When I passed through Yuncheng, I was seriously injured and almost lost my life. Fortunately, you came to my rescue and took good care of me, which saved my life."

"I will always remember this kindness."

The old man of Yunshan had a deep gaze, as if he could see through time and see the spirited young man from back then. "Now that your Ming family is in trouble, how can I sit idly by?"

Upon hearing this, Mingde trembled with emotion, and tears welled up in his eyes once again.

He never imagined that his unintentional act of kindness would bring him such a reward today.

"Thank you so much, senior! Thank you so much, senior!"

Mingde choked up as he spoke, his gratitude beyond words.

"Ming family brat, hurry up and help your father up."

The old man from Yunshan said to Minghui, who was standing there dumbfounded.

"Oh, yes, yes."

Minghui then realized what was happening and quickly went to help Mingde up.

"I haven't been down the mountain for many years. I'm afraid the world has changed beyond recognition."

A hint of emotion flashed in the old man's eyes, then his gaze sharpened, and a powerful aura emanated from him. "However, since I have promised you, I will do my best."

"Let's go down the mountain!"

The old man of Yunshan waved his sleeve and turned to walk into the Taoist temple.