In the hollow jade temple of the Kunlun mountains, he mu, who had just returned from his travels, was summoned to enter Meng Qi’s secluded meditation room.
The windows were bright and clean. Sunlight shone in, and the fragrance of flowers permeated the air. However, the cloud bed seemed to be separated from the outside world. It was hazy, and the darkness was increasing. Deep in the depths of the room sat Meng Qi, who wore a black robe and a bamboo crown. He was lofty and supreme, and His Majesty was self-generating.
“Greetings, Master.”He Mu bowed respectfully.
Then, he felt that his master’s voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens. It came from countless universes in all directions. It was grand and insubstantial:
“How do you feel about this trip?”
