Ji Liuli cradled the tea canister made from Purple and Blue Glass Dragon Jade, following Yan Shi True Monarch out of the courtyard. As they left, the young Daoist glanced back at the tea bowl on the table. The lid was properly in place, not turned back, nor shattered, nor tainted by shadows.
The young Daoist's step lightened. With one stride, the world transformed, and he appeared before Xuan Yue True Monarch, giving the old man quite a start.
Xuan Yue True Monarch was holding Jade Paper in one hand and a writing brush in the other, murmuring to himself as he focused intently on calculating something, never expecting Yan Shi True Monarch to arrive through the air, disregarding all formalities.
Xuan Yue True Monarch composed himself and put away two Jade Papers covered in numbers, his face stern, "To burst in without notice, what, has my Sky Blue Hall offended you recently?"
