A thousand years later.
Spirit Realm, Ethereal Immortal Palace.
White clouds twirl around an illusionary cliff, two immortal cranes crooning as though they were welcoming the arrival of esteemed guests.
Rong Yunhe and Ji Shuxuan, two real humans, sat facing each other. In front of them was an intricately carved square table made from pear blossom wood, with freshly brewed high-grade spiritual tea on top.
The faintly elegant aroma of tea lingered over the square table, refreshing once inhaled.
Mu Fan, dressed in black with ink-black hair, arrived by sword control, surrounded by clouds, looking as bright as the moon in the sky with his handsome and noble demeanor.
"Mu Fan, you've arrived."
Rong Yunhe's eyes brightened as he saw him, smiling and gesturing him to sit across the table. He picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of hot tea.
"News from the Demon Realm: Qing Cang has slain Mo Ao, suppressed all rebellious Demon Lords, and secured his own throne."
