At the border of the Human Domain, troops of Immortal Soldiers were clad in bright armor.
On a cloud, Xiao Jian Daoist, wearing a pale-yellow robe and with three swords strapped to his back, gazed at the northern skies.
Not far behind Xiao Jian Daoist, Liu Baiyi and Feng Zhizi were seated on a couch formed from condensed white clouds, playing chess and conversing.
Suddenly, Liu Baiyi, who had recently grown a beard that made him appear much more weathered, said in a low voice, "Why did Emperor Shun just run away?"
"How so?"
Feng Zhizi laughed. "Could it be that my friend is still displeased with the current state of affairs?"
