Nine Cloud Peak, as the morning light just spread over the White Jade Square, a burst of hearty laughter came from the sky, and a crimson Escape Light raced like a flame, landing steadily in the center of the square.
As the Escape Light dispersed, the figure of Master Shi Fang revealed itself—he was barefoot, with a red gourd slung across his waist, exuding a boozy aroma, and his body was enveloped in a flowing talisman light, exuding an unrestrained boldness.
"Fellow Daoist Micro-Image, how have you been?"
Master Shi Fang laughed heartily as he stepped forward, twirling the red gourd in his hand, and took another swig.
Accompanied by the sound of "gurgling" as he drank, the liquor from the gourd trickled down the corner of his mouth, soaking the Magic Robe on his chest, yet he didn't mind at all, his eyes full of eagerness.
