The glazed palace at the mountaintop rested against a cliff.
Spiritual Mist swirled before its gates, with many a Hongqiao arching up and Immortal Cranes dancing in the air.
A handsome man in a fluttering cyan Magic Robe stood there, the flaming divine bird pattern on his robe exceptionally vivid. With his black hair unbound and an air of immense Divine Qi, he rode the clear winds, looking utterly free and unrestrained.
A Sun Disc floated behind the man, with six double-edged blades standing erect around it. His sashes fluttered, making him look like a deity.
The handsome man faced the sky above Daoist Alliance Mountain. Though it was clearly empty, his expression was solemn as he clasped his hands in a high salute.
"Reporting to Master, the Confucian Temple is pressing us. They want the Dao Alliance to work together to find the location of the Little World."
