```
The dragon exhales mist.
Among the hazy white clouds, pavilions and terraces materialize; atop the Immortal Island, the Silver River Waterfall hangs high and plunges straight down, while the full pond of lotus flowers sway on their green stems.
More and more details appear…
Liang Qu gazes into the white fog.
The Mirage Insect spews mist for the first time, and within the clouds only the vague outlines of buildings exist; after that, the Dream Butterfly reveals the Immortal Island, and now it looks as if it were carved from White Jade, lifelike and vivid.
The world spins, and light and shadow blur.
The cold wind flows close to the ground, reflecting human faces on the glossy white jade floor.
Liang Qu grips Fubo tightly, opens his fingers, and a faint wisp of white smoke grazes his fingertips.
There is wind.
