The mountain range was majestic. A Daoist, shrouded in mist, stood silently amidst withered branches and fallen leaves. He seemed entirely out of place in the world, like a perfectly ordinary outsider.
Above him, an Immortal stood upon a great crane, wreathed in Qingyun. He looked down with an indifferent gaze, as if issuing a great decree, as if commanding heaven and earth:
"To have met me is a matter of fate. I shall grant you an opportunity. What say you?"
Guangcheng Zi's thoughts were simple.
He wished to emulate his master and two senior uncles, bestowing opportunities far and wide to seek Creation in preparation for his future attempt at attaining the Daluo realm.
Encountering Lu Xuan now, he merely thought him a nameless Daoist with powerful Magical Power. He wasn't contemptuous, but he didn't pay him much mind either.
Lu Xuan looked up, hesitated for a moment, and gave a slight nod.
