Li Ping'an had a dream.
In the dream, he wore a robe made of white clouds, strolling amongst the opulent palaces, while Heavenly Soldiers clad in silver armor saluted him repeatedly, and fairy maids holding flower baskets ran further away, their faces covered.
But as he turned around, a vast shadow appeared overhead;
Looking closely, those were three great mountains... ahem, no, they were groups of experts from the Taoist Sect, Human Race, and Western Sect.
Then, he heard a loud roar:
'Form battalion of a hundred!'
The dream shattered with that roar, his Primordial Spirit and Dao Body awakening simultaneously, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the unfamiliar roof of a large tent.
"Hmm?"
A soft and familiar voice came through.
Li Ping'an called out, "Master..."
Then a strand of blue silk fell across his face, and Qing Su's delicate and beautiful face appeared before his eyes, looking down into his eyes, her brows slightly furrowed as she observed his condition.
