PLOP. An inconspicuous grayish-white pebble dropped from the void, gently falling into a vast, colorful, and quietly flowing "river." The pebble entered the water, neither sinking nor stirring up massive waves. It only rippled outward in extremely faint yet clearly discernible rings.
CREAK. The faint sound of an old wooden door being pushed open rang out. The half-closed wooden door of the simple thatched cottage was pushed outward from the inside. A figure stepped out slowly. It was exactly Shen Yi Preaching True Monarch.
He had not tied his hair up at this moment; his black hair was scattered casually over his shoulders. The black Daoist Robe he wore was draped open, revealing the plain white inner garments beneath, making him look rather leisurely and uninhibited. The expression on his ordinary face, however, was one of profound indifference, devoid of the gentle smile he usually wore when facing Qi Yun.
