WHOOSH—
A single Spiritual Ship streaked across the sky, leaving countless mortals on the ground gasping in awe.
Aboard the Spiritual Ship, the old Daoist revered throughout the Qin Kingdom as "Immortal Master Profound Celestial" had lost all of his usual otherworldly grace. He was hunched over, a fawning smile on his face, looking for all the world like a sycophantic, worldly old man.
"Fairy, Broken Wind Mountain is just ahead."
"Alright. We can get down here."
The white veil hanging from her bamboo hat swayed gently in the wind, offering a faint glimpse of the silver-haired girl's delicate jawline.
"Thank you for your trouble."
With that one cool whisper, the mysterious, bamboo-hatted, silver-haired girl had vanished by the time the old Daoist looked up again.
The old Daoist let out a long sigh of relief, his relaxed face wrinkling like a dehydrated orange peel.
