Su Yang lightly tapped the ground with his fingertip. In an instant, a table and chairs took shape, and a steaming cup of tea appeared from thin air. Its fragrance wafted through the air, refreshing the mind and heart. Feng Yanran stepped forward gracefully and took her seat. After taking a light sip, pure energy immediately coursed through her body, leaving her primordial spirit clear as if cleansed. Even her cultivation seemed faintly poised to break through and rise. She looked up in pleasant surprise, starlight flickering in her eyes as she gazed at Su Yang.
Su Yang merely smiled faintly, raised his cup, and took a shallow sip, his expression as composed as ever.
Meanwhile, Kong Xuan stood outside the immortal island, gazing at the vast Daoist sanctuary before him. A sense of belonging suddenly surged in his heart, as if a wanderer who had drifted for years had finally returned home. Spiritual energy surged throughout the island, while the essence of the sun and moon condensed without dispersing. Innate Spiritual Roots grew everywhere, and rare beasts and exotic creatures dwelled leisurely among them. Flowers swayed in the breeze, and birdsong rang clear, making the place seem like an independent world of its own.
"Such a magnificent scene in the Primordial World could only have been created by Teacher." He was shaken to the core and filled with solemn reverence.
As he was marveling at the sight, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy slowly approached. He had delicate features and an otherworldly bearing. Smiling faintly at Kong Xuan, he said, "You must be Senior Brother Kong Xuan? I'm Qing Niao. I was ordered by the Master to come and guide you."
Kong Xuan's brows rose slightly. The boy appeared young, yet his aura was unfathomably deep. Even with his own