"Young master? Young master!"
The pretty-faced maid shook the young man. Zhang Han awoke from his reverie and looked at the bustling street; the figure of that immortal had already disappeared.
"Ming Xiang, was I just dreaming?"
Zhang Han looked at the exquisite pair of boots the servant held, still unsure, as the one who just floated away was indeed an immortal.
Since the immortal was willing to speak to him, it naturally indicated his destined opportunity had arrived. Yet everything happened so suddenly, he felt like it was a dream.
"Young master, this is not a dream. Oh dear, that immortal told you to go to Thunder Origin Mountain to find him. It must be your immortal fate." The maid stamped her foot and said.
The joy in Zhang Han's heart turned into urgency. Indeed, he must reach Thunder Origin Mountain, which was fifty li away, within one hour and not let the immortal be disappointed.
