And these old ancestors were jabbering in encrypted communication, seeming to argue passionately about something so intensely that they even pounded the table when emotions ran high. But it was clear that these old ancestors were significant figures of this era, and gathering together today meant their discussion was of utmost importance, so whenever someone was about to flip the table, someone would step in to mediate, and eventually, after all the jabbering and ruckus, they reached some kind of consensus.
Then Chen Xuantian saw one of them lead the others out, pouring the wine from his cup into the pond, and the droplets of immortal dew steamed up into a swirling mist, gracefully transforming over the fishpond, slowly constructing the ethereal image of an Immortal chariot in the clouds, a magnificent depiction of a celestial palace.
