A while later, Li Ping'an gathered his mind and soul into his Primordial Spirit. The miniature figure of the Primordial Spirit looked up to the Golden Cloud above, bent his legs, and leapt, passing through the layers of Golden Clouds and landing before the gates of the Lingxiao Palace.
'Is it an illusion? Why does this place seem even more magnificent?'
Such a thought flickered through the depths of Li Ping'an's heart as his Primordial Spirit jumped into the grand hall.
Strands of golden light converged from all directions, coalescing into a Heavenly Dao formless figure, which bowed its head and gave Li Ping'an a Daoist salute.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist."
"You are too courteous, fellow Daoist."
Li Ping'an returned the gesture and asked, "Do you know why I have come to seek you?"
The faceless figure replied, "Is it homework assigned by Teacher Dazhi?"
"Aren't you able to monitor all beings?"
