The lake was filled with Spirit Fish of every color. Their bodies were round and plump, drifting through the water like leather balls. They had exceptionally small heads and a row of sharp spines along their backs. Most wondrous of all, each Spirit Fish released multicolored spiritual light. As they chased one another through the lake, they looked like a seven-colored rainbow moving across the water.
At the center of the lake stood a hexagonal stone pavilion made entirely of azure stone. Three men and one woman sat inside, drinking tea and chatting. The most powerful among them was a ruddy-faced old man in azure robes.
The azure-robed old man had a square face and large eyes, along with a goatee. An Azure Gourd the size of a palm hung from his waist. With his kindly brows and benevolent eyes, he gave off an approachable air.
They flew into the stone pavilion, and the four people inside rose one after another.
"This old man is Han Changfeng. Greetings, fellow Daoists."
The azure-robed old man took the initiative to introduce himself, his tone warm and cordial.
"Wu Ya of Red Turtle Island."
"Zhong Xiangyun of Golden Egret Island."
"Lei Yishan of Thunder Falcon Island."
"I am Han Yushu."
Wang Changsheng and Long Yunxin introduced themselves in turn, and they were now acquainted.
The forces of Red Turtle Island, Golden Egret Island, and Thunder Falcon Island were all quite powerful. They shared one thing in common: they had good relations with the Liu Family. The Lei Family of Thunder Falcon Island was even related to the Liu Family by marriage. This was hardly strange. With the Cold Flame Sect's full support, the Liu Family had developed for over ten thousand years and naturally flourished.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, I heard that you're proficient