The Purple Bamboo Forest stretched as far as the eye could see, rolling on without end. From its bamboo joints to its leaves, everything gleamed with crystalline light, some of it nearly transparent.
Whether it was the dense bamboo forest or the nearby sea surface, all of it steamed with rosy haze, wreathed in purple qi too noble to be measured.
Suddenly, a violent aura burst from the forest. The people opposite them emerged, one of them a lean, elongated figure like a bamboo pole. His arms and legs were long, his black hair hung loose to his knees, and even his face was narrow and long.
"A Horse Spirit, right?" Wang Xuan stared at him. With a face that long, there truly were not many possibilities. This creature had paid far too little attention to his appearance when taking human form.
"I suspect he's a Donkey Spirit." Silver-haired Viro muttered. Others might have only thought it privately, but he said it outright.
"White-haired!" The long, thin expert with a face like a shoehorn had eyes blazing like torches, shooting out intimidating beams of light. Shaking his bamboo-pole body, he strode over.
His companion stopped him and did not let him fly into a rage. It was a gray-haired man dressed in ancient, simple clothing. Though he looked young, he possessed an immortal bearing, with an immortal sword strapped across his back.
"Everyone, why get angry? You and I are all True Saints, hanging high above the mortal world. All we seek is Great Freedom; there is no need to act on impulse," the gray-haired man said.
Lu Po spoke. "Who seeks the same thing as you? How many dealings have we had? Every time we meet, don't True Saints die? Who are you, where do you come from, and