At the lofty height of Pure Yang Peak, a grand hall stood near the Heavenly Pool. Han Ye walked all the way through the gate, following Elder Sister Shen to the hall.
The hall was cold, quiet, and spotless. The faint smoke of incense wafted up, soothing one's mind.
Han Ye noticed a huge statue placed inside the hall. It depicted a man clad in a daoist robe, standing on the back of a Jiaolong, surfing the waves. He held a towering celestial disc behind his back, his gaze sharp and piercing, lifelike as if alive, with a pair of giant wings sprouting behind him.
"Dragon Sparrow Dao Lord..."
He slowly intoned facing the spirit plaque.
