Unusual peaks rise one after another, shrouded by lush woods, with the waters of the Emerald Wave Pool whispering softly.
The white-robed Daoist sits in meditation on a green rock, with his back to the pool.
Below him, standing respectfully, are the shrunken Black King, Tian Xuan, and Sang Jinghe.
Their faces all show expressions of excitement and joy.
Luo Chen, however, feels a bit emotional.
How desolate!
In the past when he advanced in realm, whether it was the Foundation Establishment Ceremony or the Golden Core Ceremony, each time disciples ran about, guests gathered in numbers, celebrating him noisily and happily.
Now, he has finally broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, becoming a top figure of this world, yet only a few cats and kittens have come to greet him as he emerges from seclusion.
Of course, being exiled, such minor details should not be excessively concerned over.
