Night fell.
In the Land of Lawlessness.
Within the Hundred Herbs Garden, the chirping of insects was pleasant to the ear. Each stalk of Spiritual Medicine exhaled a misty essence, giving back to nature, while fireflies danced among them, creating a scene like an Immortal Realm.
Luo Xiu sat cross-legged in the middle of it all, quietly meditating on the four clusters of white light that had condensed from divine oracles within his left eye. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see them. However, while the four clusters of white light seemed to be within arm's reach, they also felt as distant as the edge of the horizon. Luo Xiu simply could not penetrate the mystery they held.
Amid the tranquility, a rustling sound suddenly came from a patch of herbs nearby. A graceful figure snuck over and, with the speed of a thunderclap, covered Luo Xiu's eyes.
"Guess who!"
"Snow Kirin?"
"Wrong. Guess again."
"Yan'er?"
"Nope!"
"Xiao Li?"
