On the edges of the Yuefu Territory's forest, Moon Mountain Peak.
Atop the round summit platform sat an old Taoist with white hair and beard, wearing a grey robe, seated right in the center.
The entire platform's ground was engraved with a series of clear, blood-red formation lines, and right at the very heart of the formation was where the old Taoist sat cross-legged.
With a blood-colored longsword strapped to his back, he had a blood-colored jade hairpin shaped like a lingzhi mushroom inserted in his hair, which slowly radiated a red glimmer and emitted a faint, hissing noise.
Clouds swirled around the top of the peak, and black eagles flapped their wings, flying past and screeching as if circling above the old man at the summit.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, from the distant white sky, a streak of black light streaked toward the forest deep within the Yuefu Territory.
The old Taoist's eyes snapped open.
"Clumsy."
He uttered a mantra.
