"..."
Zuo Shanhe lowered his head, caught in a dark and hazy dreamscape.
The dreamscape was void of any light; he sat upright in the grandmaster's chair, sleeves wide open like the exiled immortal, with his hand grasping the armrest. Once his consciousness returned, he remained silent for a moment:
"Where is this..."
All around him.
Large and small bubbles appeared.
He extended his hand, wanting to reach out and touch them.
But in the instant of touching.
He was astonished to realize that his skin seemed to have restored the youthful appearance of the perfected 'Life and Death Mountain and River Profound Skill,' as flawless and pure as jade.
"Li Treading Immortal, that kid."
"Where exactly did he pull me with this reach...?"
He recalled the earnest young man, his palm resting on his, asking why he, an aging Mountain and River Immortal, didn't employ the profound skill to forge his path and create his own way.
