Lightning flashed and thunder roared, the fierce wind was accompanied by torrential rain.
How could a small mountain pavilion provide shelter?
On any ordinary day, it would have been a complete mess.
But a mountain need not be high if it is inhabited by immortals, a pavilion need not be large if it embodies the Tao.
White Mountain Monk and Taoist Qinghe stood in the middle of the pavilion, smiling gently, waiting in silence.
After a short while, amidst the raging storm, a thunder cloud arrived, revealing the figure of a True Monarch.
Xu Yang waved his large sleeve and collected his magic artifact before landing in the mountain pavilion.
The two of them immediately went forward to greet him.
"It's been a few years, Brother Dao's divine skills have advanced by leaps and bounds!"
"Now, we should rightly address you as our senior."
"Thanks to our senior for ridding Jinhua of a great evil!"
"Brother Dao's merit is boundless!"
