"Old Ancestor!" Li Shifan murmured resentfully, but he didn't resist.
Hearing this, Li Cheng paused. The movement of his hand stopped, and he spoke. "Fellow Daoist, are you still not going to show yourself? Do you truly wish to take a trip inside my painting?"
"The ladle of the Sinan, cast upon the ground, its handle points south, revealing the path ahead!"
Following the soft chant, a bronze-colored ladle appeared within the Scroll floating above Li Cheng's head. The ladle twitched slightly before leaping directly out of the Scroll.
It came to a stop a short distance in front of Li Shifan and Li Cheng.
The bronze ladle spun a few times, and an Eight Trigrams pattern appeared beneath it. The ladle instantly became still.
Behind it, two figures slowly materialized.
One old, one young. The old man appeared to be around sixty, while the boy was still green, only about thirteen or fourteen years old.
