The moon shone brightly, stars sparse, the night sky clear like washed silk.
Outside Wangren Town, atop a relatively flat hill.
The clutter of trees had been cleared away, providing an unobstructed view that encompassed the surrounding mountains and the starry sky.
In the center of the clearing, a sacred altar was set up, on which the black and white "Small Book of Life and Death" was enshrined.
Wang Yuan stood in the middle, behind him Huang Wu and Lady Peach Fairy knelt respectively on bamboo mats to either side.
At this moment, the two women appeared pure and radiant, clear and lustrous like jade, hidden yet moist, apparent yet without malice.
Their graceful figures, dressed in flowing Qingyi palace skirts of blues and reds, truly lived up to the phrase: "Garments of feathers always carry the hues of clouds and mist, unstained by the worldly flowers of peach and plum."
"Sigh! Finally, the first step towards immortality is about to be taken."
