On the boundless plains.
A gust of mountain wind blew past, like waves of wheat being blown by the wind, causing the dense waist-high wild grass to sway in one direction.
The handsome man spread out his hand, allowing the black-robed figure in front of him to dress him in a robe embroidered with a black dragon pattern.
"Shijiu, this body is quite good."
The handsome man spoke indifferently, "The great era of longevity is about to begin, we need more vessels."
The black-robed man, with the characters "Shijiu" etched on his forehead, nodded at these words and respectfully replied:
"Master, I understand, I am already trying my best to gather more vessels."
The handsome man nodded slightly.
Suddenly.
In the dense wild grass.
"Son... my son?"
A voice filled with tension, anxiety, disbelief, and a suppressed joy emanated from the dense grass.
"Hmm?"
The handsome man raised an eyebrow, and a gust of wind automatically parted the dense grass.
