The Poh-Lu Horn traversed the river tides, heading towards the golden pillar standing erect like a sword.
The You Hai King, seated at the prow of the ship, squinted his eyes.
The luminescence of the Ruyi Order interwove with the golden light, falling upon him like a new garment.
A cup of wine warmed his belly, and a warmth rose within.
Unbeknownst to him,
he had arrived at the "Ultimate Dao Library," where the jade desk before him turned into a long table surrounded by countless scrolls fluttering in the air, and opposite him sat a Confucian scholar enveloped in golden light.
The turbulent waves were no more.
Chu Lin propped his chin with his hand, his drunken eyes hazy, surveying his surroundings.
Innumerable golden threads surrounded him.
And they also encircled the library.
"Is this, 'fate'?"
The voice of the You Hai King echoed through the library, vibrating the golden threads that trembled nonstop.
"Prince,"
