Zhen Yi, standing in the quiet chamber dedicated to formation training, felt the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. Before delving into the intricacies of formations under the guidance of Li Xian, he decided to reach out to his father, Zenki, and his third mother, Qingqyi, through the communication talisman.
With a deep breath, Zhen Yi activated the talisman, its ethereal glow casting a soft light in the dim room. The connection hummed to life, and the visages of his father and third mother materialized in front of him.
"Zhen Yi, my son," Zenki's voice echoed with warmth and pride. "How goes your cultivation journey?"
Zhen Yi, returning his father's smile, replied, "Father, I'm about to begin my formation training with Li Xian. I wanted to let you know."
Zenki's eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and pride. "Li Xian is an esteemed master. You are in good hands. May the winds of the Immortal Realm guide your steps, my son."
