Immersed in the exposition of the method, unaware of the passing years, Jiang Sheng found himself in Penglai in the blink of an eye.
The sensation struck Jiang Sheng as profoundly mysterious, and he could not help savoring it for a while.
After a long time, Jiang Sheng rose to his feet and gazed at this vast Xuanqing hall.
Stepping onto the cool-yet-warm green jade, he looked over the immaculate hall and suddenly chuckled. He had not returned for so long, yet every object and seasonal arrangement within the hall remained just as they had been. This pleased Jiang Sheng greatly; after all, he was still one who cherished the old.
As he strolled forward, the hall sensed the familiar aura and knew its master had returned, responding of its own accord.
With every step Jiang Sheng took, the crimson-bronze sparrow-jade lamps on either side, shaped like cranes holding candles in their beaks, lit up in radiant brilliance. The gauze curtains woven from heavenly snow silkworm silk interlaced with gold and silver threads, depicting the scenes of the four seasons, slowly drew back to reveal a straight path of gold and jade leading directly to the inner hall.
From the Boshan incense burners, wisps of azure smoke drifted upward, condensing into arched bridges of cloud-mist. On the painted walls to either side, immortals and heavenly maidens engraved amid scenes of garden revelry, along with spirit beasts and immortal birds, stepped down from the murals. They crossed the cloud bridges and stood waiting beneath the green pillars entwined with coiling dragons and inlaid jade.
From the painted screens and fans came the heavenly melodies of maidens playing strings and pipes. With each step Jiang Sheng took, there came the crisp chime of stone bells and bronze chimes. Beneath the pillars, immortal