"What's that outside the window... what is it? Xia Country can't possibly have something more sinister... magical than me, can it?"
Master Fuli, after confirming several times that the mystical aura outside towards the grasslands wasn't a stain on the floor-to-ceiling window or a hallucination, couldn't help but show a curious expression as he picked up his cola and walked to the window, gazing toward the grasslands.
The misty aura was translucent, floating high in the sky, slowly descending. As it descended, it gradually dissipated and disappeared, becoming impossible to observe.
While Master Fuli was still in doubt, from the direction of the Spring Mountain Grassland, a misty aura suddenly rose from the horizon and shot straight into the sky.
A column of mist erupted and then drifted, transforming into the cloud-like misty fog that Master Fuli had just seen, floating in the sky and disappearing again as it fell.
"But I haven't eaten mushrooms!"
