Azure seas, blue skies, forests, grasslands.
Everywhere, the breath of life overflowed.
Between lofty peaks and towering ridges lived countless simple folk, busy each day merely to survive.
Atop a mountain that pierced the clouds, there stood an Immortal Palace.
On this day, the Immortal Palace welcomed two guests.
One of them had immortal bones and transcendent bearing, hair and beard both white, very much with the air of an Immortal.
The other was a stunningly beautiful woman, like an exiled immortal who could topple all under heaven.
"Daoist Kun Xu, we have discussed this with you several times already. Why are you still so obstinately unyielding…"
The one who looked like an old immortal spoke, yet his words were anything but polite.
Sitting before him was precisely the master of the Immortal Palace, a middle-aged burly man with a ruddy face and black beard.
The burly man's hair bristled in fury, like a Great General of the secular world enraged.
