The young man rides the wind from Donglai, fine snow unfurls along the riverbank.
No need to say the lone boat is cold under the straw raincoat, deep within lies the realm of Penglai.
On the riverbank stands a solitary stone monument, about a yard high, weathering the wind and snow. The south side is inscribed with the characters 'Donglai,' and the north side with 'Sanshan,' amidst the distant snow-covered mountains and desolate countryside.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
Suddenly, the Rice Hat Wanderer opened his eyes, a hint of light blue radiance flowed between his pupils. He grasped into the void, causing waves within the sea of consciousness of the Mud Ball Divine Palace, and the surging spiritual power shot out and transformed into a light blue long saber in his hand.
The saber's edge cut through the sky, the young man wielded it with ease, smoothly executing a series of consecutive slashes.
