Qi WuHuo walked toward the young girl. On either side, the Sea of Flowers was filled with rare and splendid blooms, seldom seen in the mortal world. Their fragrance seemed to jolt the spirit awake, making it ever clearer. For a novice cultivator, meditating here to cultivate the Primordial Spirit for a single day could equal a thousand days of work. But Qi WuHuo's Primordial Spirit was strong and pure; he simply thought the flowers were beautiful.
Everything before his eyes was picturesque and lovely. Compared with the place where his senior brother had been, this was more like a place for quiet cultivation.
Senior Disciple Sister Yu Miao's cultivation seemed to be exceedingly profound—perhaps far beyond that of a True Person. As Qi WuHuo approached, the Sea of Flowers parted to form a path, leading straight ahead. The young Daoist paused, then, carrying his sword case on his back and holding a horsetail whisk in his hands, walked forward step by step. Yu Miao seemed to have already sensed and guessed his arrival. Smiling, she beckoned him over and invited him to sit.
As Qi WuHuo approached, he saw that the man had not noticed him.
Everything seemed to happen naturally.
It was as if beyond this world, there existed another world, the two overlapping, yet divided from each other.
It was wondrous beyond words.
The gentlest, most gracious woman Qi WuHuo had ever seen smiled as she brought him flower tea. She lifted the teapot and poured for him, her every word and gesture unhurried and composed.
"Are you my junior brother?"
Qi WuHuo cupped his hands. "Xuanwei pays his respects to Senior Sister."
Yu Miao said, "Xuanwei?"
She seemed a little surprised, then smiled warmly. "The Daoist heart is subtle; only through focus and unity can one