At the Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple, the courtyard was silent, save for the faint rustle of wind through withered branches.
Qi Yun was at the stone table, dipping his brush in ink. He was slowly writing on a Jade Scroll, recording his recent insights into the Ink Flood Dragon technique and the Creation Skill of Daluo Heaven.
As the brush moved, a hint of Dao Rhyme materialized, manifesting as faint, mystical phenomena.
This had become a habit since he reached the True Realm. He would write down every insight, and rereading it later would often yield new understanding.
"Nephew Qi, have you been well lately?"
Just then, a clear and hearty laugh rang out from the sky, growing closer.
Before the voice faded, an Escape Light descended, revealing the figure of Qian Xin Master.
His complexion was ruddy, his eyes bright, and his aura was full and well-rounded. He looked refreshed, invigorated, and utterly pleased with himself.
