Lu Yu's consciousness returned to his body, facing the land that had become somewhat empty, he smiled.
The Treasure Vase hung in the air, releasing a dazzling blue brilliance, as if an expanse of Wang Yang had descended upon this place, making Wood Immortal Hermitage seem illusory, as if it was draped in a thin layer of water curtain.
It was deep into the night by then, a silver moon hung high in the sky, casting down its silver gleam onto the water curtain. The water curtain gently swayed and gradually merged into the heaven and earth.
Lu Yu's figure also gradually faded, eventually disappearing without a trace. Shortly after, seven towering trees suddenly sprang up from the ground, lined up in an impressive manner.
Soon, figures walked out from the trees, the first to appear was Elder Eighteen, who, with a bow and a smile, said, "Fellow Daoists, if not now, when?"
