Deep within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
By a serene pond, cranes wandered and monkeys climbed branches, while the deep green grass swayed gently in the breeze, and a faint white mist rippled across the surface of the water.
On the crooked, withered branches of a tree, a man in a white robe lay resting on his right arm, surrounded by a faint purple aura. He emitted soft snores, seemingly in peaceful sleep.
"For goodness' sake, just let me in, will you? I have urgent matters to report to Mr. Li."
At a small path entrance by the pond, a graceful woman with an elegant face was cradling a longsword, confronted by a burly man with a face full of twisted beard and a formidable presence.
This man was rugged and hefty, with the phantom of a nine-headed lion that roared defiantly at the sky, its feet treading on the Netherworld, faintly appearing behind him.
A soft roar from it resulted in incessant rumbling within ten thousand miles, the pressure seemingly boundless.
