The radiant light over the sea grew more brilliant by the day, and many cultivators on Xuanling Island could clearly see it, knowing that the day of the Immortal Mansion's emergence was drawing closer.
Wang Yingfang was idly seated on the back of a giant goose, gazing into the distance, her fingers constantly pinching calculations, as though divining the auspices of fortune and misfortune.
Suddenly, a spirited young girl rode over on a crane, her voice crisp and clear as she said, "Master, Junior Master Feng has arrived and is waiting in the hall."
Wang Yingfang replied, "Very well."
With a gentle pat to the goose's neck, she descended through the clouds, stepped into the hall gracefully, and saw someone standing there—a female crown with narrow eyes, draped in a multicolored robe. Though her posture was elegant, there was an unshakable gloom between her brows.
