Qing Mountain's verdant ridges, a network of mountain ravines.
A jade-green river meandered out from the mountains!
No ripples disturbed the water's surface, babbling gently as it flowed.
A Spirit Boat slowly descended.
Three figures from the Qian Family emerged, with Qian Bosheng leading the way, followed by Qian Yongfu, while the clan's young cultivator, Qian Yucheng, lingered at the very back.
Qian Bosheng was about to move forward but was called to a halt by Qian Yongfu.
Suddenly, Qian Yongfu coughed.
"Fellow Daoist, having tracked this old man for so long, why not show yourself and speak?" Qian Yongfu's sudden outburst caused Qian Bosheng to stiffen on the spot.
Yet there was no response in their surroundings, not even the sound of the wind hurried in the slightest.
Just as Qian Bosheng began to wonder if Qian Yongfu was bluffing,
a transparent coffin in the void opened with a surge, and out stepped a figure clothed in a Heavenly Corpse robe, walking straight out.
