Immortal Yunhe was floating on the surface of the vast lake that was formerly Fish Sea. He had an ever-present smile on his delicate, baby-like ruddy face.
How could he be unhappy when he was able to realize the Primary Instruction of Buddha's Palm, listen to the words of Buddha, learn new things through analogies, and increase his confidence in grasping the Yang Spirit?
When he had heard what Meng Qi said, he triggered the mnemonic chant of his skill and sprinkled bright green lights all over the sky like a gleaming drizzle that enveloped several dozens of miles of the vicinity.
Oddly, the ripples on the surface of the lake began to shimmer once they came into contact with the green light. Hues of red, yellow, green, white, and black colored the water.
Once Meng Qi had identified the location, he swam rapidly towards one of the light spots. The item came flying to him with a trigger with undulating water ripples.
