"Mortals are mostly dull-witted."
At the entrance to Azure Cloud Palace on Taiwu Mountain, Mo Han sighed to Wang Chen. "And greedy besides. It is not easy to ferry them across!"
A lofty mountain gate cut off the long road, separating immortals from mortals as well.
Before it, thousands upon thousands of seekers of immortality knelt in a dark mass, many of them looking truly miserable.
Mo Han had come to receive Wang Chen.
He had also witnessed Wang Chen healing that little girl.
Wang Chen smiled. "Perhaps."
The two did not continue discussing the matter. Led by Mo Han, Wang Chen climbed the steps and soon arrived at the summit of Azure Cloud Peak.
The summit of this foremost peak of Taiwu Mountain seemed as though it had been sheared flat by a sharp sword before Azure Cloud Palace was built upon it.
Azure Cloud Palace was grand and vast, divided into four main halls at the front and rear, with pavilions and towers scattered throughout. It was said that hundreds of cultivators practiced here.
When Wang Chen and Mo Han entered the main hall of Azure Cloud Palace, they found two or three hundred people seated on the floor, listening to a Dharma lecture in a solemn, reverent atmosphere.
The cultivator delivering the lecture sat high upon a cloud platform, clad in a Daoist robe and holding a Whisk, every inch the immortal sage.
"Dharma Master Ji Yun..."
Mo Han stepped forward and reported, "Fellow Daoist Wang Chen has arrived."
The instant he spoke, everyone present turned their eyes toward Wang Chen.
Including Dharma Master Ji Yun upon the cloud platform.
Curiosity, indifference, doubt, disdain...
Wang Chen looked far too young, and many gazes upon him carried a strong note of scrutiny.
"Good."
Dharma Master Ji Yun smiled