At dawn, White Cliff Mountain was shrouded in a light mist, dotted with lush greenery, against the backdrop of the pale light stretching from the horizon.
From a distance, it looked remarkably like a slowly unfurling landscape ink painting.
At that moment within the Daoist Temple.
With a breath of turbid air, Lin Heng slowly opened his eyes. After a flash of brilliance in them, it was replaced by an unfathomable depth, an elusive mystery.
In a Daoist Robe, Lin Heng's aura remained ethereal.
Yet his presence became increasingly restrained, making it difficult for others to discern his true nature.
"Boss, you... you... you've taken that step?"
In the Spirit Medicine Garden, the Black Bear Spirit, sensing Lin Heng's arrival, hurriedly stood and greeted him with flattering words.
But upon feeling Lin Heng's unfathomable aura, its eyes immediately changed.
Frowning, it looked carefully again.
To its surprise, it found itself unable to perceive the boss's realm anymore!
