Shen Mo silently recited Wang Hong's name. Using the wondrous divine ability of the Formless Realm—"adapting to the mechanism, taking shape in response to things"—he sensed through the unseen that Wang Hong's true body was near the Nine Nether Sea of Azure Parasol Immortal Continent.
At once, a thought stirred in his heart. After gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and investing part of his mind into it, a responsive body slowly manifested before Wang Hong!
The man appeared to be in his early twenties. He wore a dark green Dharma robe, with a spirit-grade flying sword tied at his waist. His features were refined and handsome, his bearing noble and proud; he cut an exceptional figure.
"Shen Qingyun of Five Dragons Mountain greets Fellow Daoist Wang..."
Shen Mo made a formal salute and introduced himself. After exchanging courtesies with Wang Hong, he did not engage in much small talk, instead directly requesting to borrow the No-Self Immortal Scripture for a look.
When the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to gather, Wang Hong had already known that someone was about to manifest a responsive body, so he was not the least bit surprised.
Once he learned Shen Mo's identity and purpose, he sized up this incarnation with interest. Then a mocking expression appeared on his face. "Who did I think it was? So it is that great figure's pretty boy. Heh! If anyone else had come to borrow the No-Self Immortal Scripture, I would naturally offer it with both hands. But for someone as lowly and contemptible as you, forget lending you an immortal art—even speaking a few more words to you feels like bad luck!"
Facing Wang Hong's undisguised malice and ridicule, Shen Mo did not fly into a rage. He swiftly guessed the reason