Spring breezes warmed the waters, and the scenery was enchanting. Beyond the bamboo on the bank, two or three peach branches bloomed; wild ducks drifted over the water, following the clear view.
Wang Zhu and her party parted the waters and came ashore on Tongye Continent, intending to pay a visit to the Yu Dynasty, which had taken shortcuts and eagerly currried favor with the East Sea Water Lord's Mansion.
Yet after only a few steps, they unexpectedly ran into this white-robed young man with a red mole between his brows. This was their second meeting. The first had been at the Great River Dragon Palace Old Site. Several Water Mansion retainers remembered him vividly: his schemes ran so deep that no bottom could be seen. Of course, what they truly feared was that sword cultivator Xiao Mo in his yellow cap and green shoes, who addressed the young Yin Guan as Young Master. His realm stood so high it was beyond reach.
Wang Zhu had known Cui Dongshan for a long time, and they could even be considered half-fellow townsfolk, so she was accustomed to him. But Gong Yan, Huang Man, and the others, watching that fellow's comical pose, felt that the young man's behavior was both revolting and frightening. They were all accomplished Dao Cultivators, heroes in their respective home continents, and had seen plenty of strange people and bizarre things on the mountain. Yet this white-clad young man, standing like a golden rooster on one leg, holding a precious mirror in one hand, and spouting nonsense, was truly one of a kind.
Seeing that they would not take the bait, Cui Dongshan seemed as though he had been struck by a immobilization spell. It was as if he had made up his mind: if you refuse to