A tall one and two little ones—the three who had just become master and disciples—walked through an Immortal Ferry Crossing in Central Divine Continent. The crossing was remotely located, and with a renowned major ferry crossing nearby, it naturally could not compete for business. Thus, this place seemed somewhat deserted.
Farther north lay the neighboring Great Duan Dynasty.
A sturdy little boy with a tiger-like head gnawed on a freshly baked flatbread and asked indistinctly, "Master, I heard that at Immortal Ferry Crossings like this, only the ferry boats are real."
The white-clothed young man smiled. "Not that exaggerated. Things are just a little expensive. There are fakes and imitations, but not many. Land is costly, so prices naturally rise with it."
The little girl, about the same age as her senior brother, snickered. "Dummy Axian, are you eating a fake flatbread now?"
The boy nodded. "Makes sense. Pianpian, that makes a lot of sense. Looks like besides mountain ferry boats, flatbreads are real too."
The boy continued, "Master, this ferry crossing has such a strange name. Why is it called Palmprint Ferry Crossing?"
The white-clothed young man explained with a smile, "They say an ancient True Person once exchanged Dao techniques with someone. One move missed its mark, and he pressed his palm against the earth. The lines in his palm became this valley and riverbed."
The boy clicked his tongue in amazement. "So immortals really exist. Right, right—if there are ghosts, then there must be immortals who catch ghosts. Master, are all the people walking around us the legendary Mountain Immortals? They do not really look like it."
The girl continued tearing him down. "Axian, how many ferry crossings have you even visited? What do you mean, strange or not strange? You have only attended a village school