At sunrise, the bright sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the heaven and earth, and even the peak of the mountain sparkled brilliantly.
Pei Xuanjing was sitting cross-legged on a broken cliff of Shenxiao Mountain, closed his eyes, and controlled his breathing. Every breath he took, a tinge of Zi Qi surrounding his body rose, and he seemed as one with heaven and earth.
After a long while, Pei Xuanjing finished his cultivation, opened his eyes, and a spark of divinity flickered within his eyes.
He paused his disciple, who was about to leave to prepare breakfast: "Pang Hong."
Pang Hong, dressed in the same dark-brown Taoist robe as Pei Xuanjing, stopped in his tracks, turned back, and saluted, "Master."
"Get prepared in the next few days. We are heading to Taihe Mountain shortly," Pei Xuanjing said nonchalantly.
"Yes," Pang Hong nodded in agreement.
After Pang Hong left, Pei Xuanjing remained standing on the cliff, seemingly waiting for something.
