Starlight Island, at the summit of the main peak.
Shen Xuan fell a little behind True Monarch Qing Yun.
The two of them stood at the edge of the cliff, beneath their feet a sheer ten‑thousand‑zhang precipice and the boundless vast sea.
In the distance the waves piled up into long lines of deep indigo, and when they surged close they shattered against the reefs, turning into sheets of foam.
Like a dream, like an illusion.
True Monarch Qing Yun and Shen Xuan were both Water Cultivators.
Both liked to wear azure robes, and both had the refined air of scholarly gentlemen.
Standing together, they bore quite a few points of resemblance.
Only, no matter how you looked, the difference in their ages was a bit too great.
True Monarch Qing Yun was steeped in the air of twilight.
Shen Xuan was in the full bloom of his prime.
At this moment, True Monarch Qing Yun stared at the ceaselessly surging seawater, lost in a daze.
