In the lush forest, a black-robed elder sat cross-legged on an ancient cross-shaped altar.
Surrounding the altar were numerous green vines and branches, with crisp birdsong and insect noises lingering around, while specks of sunlight filtered down from above.
The elder remained motionless, his eyes tightly closed as if he were regulating his breath.
Before long, a group of people clothed in white approached from the distant woods, each bearing a small red bird emblem on their shoulders. The leader bowed from afar to the old man.
"Chen Yangjing, Xiao Yi."
Those behind him all had solemn expressions and extraordinary abilities, appearing very orderly.
The elder nodded his head.
"Ying Dongjing, Huang Kun." He bowed back in the same manner.
"So it is Brother Huang Kun." Another voice came from a distance, sounding rather ethereal.
