As soon as the voice rang out, the winds and clouds ceased moving. Not another sound could be heard!
The river of stars continued to rumble through the air, taking Zhao Youlan with it as it headed toward the land. Her eyes were wide open now, and just barely, she could make out the image of an old man wearing a long, white robe. He hovered in mid-air, his hair floating around him, his face ancient and filled with wrinkles. It was impossible to tell how old he was, but he looked as if he had just climbed out of a tomb.
A sense of putrefaction surrounded him, like the air that surrounded a person who had reached their end days but wasn't willing to take the final steps to the end. Instead, he would do something completely shocking.
However, he did not seem to be possessed of a flesh and blood body, but rather, was semi-transparent.
Even as Zhao Youlan noticed these things, she lost consciousness again, then disappeared along with the river of stars.
