A small valley less than ten li across lay shrouded in white spiritual mist, a vast expanse of whiteness. A mountain path extended from the white fog at the valley entrance. At its end lay several Spiritual Fields and a small hut built from reeds. The fields were planted with all kinds of spiritual herbs, varied in color and bizarre in shape. Medicinal mists rose like colorful clouds. A spring gurgled from the mountain rock to one side, forming a small pool beside the fields. "Senior Brother Ma, remember to help me look after those two Cold Fragrance Ice Plum trees in Cold Condensation Valley. You promised me last time. I'll be gone for several days before I return, so I'm counting on you."
Before the reed hut in the small valley, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties was speaking with two young men. All three wore blue garments of the same style. The middle-aged man had an exceedingly honest face and seemed timid and submissive. At a glance, he was plainly an honest, unassuming man with no strong opinions of his own. Of the two young men, one was rather short and stout, with a shrewd appearance, while the other was tall and slender, fair-skinned, with delicate features. It was this handsome young man who was anxiously giving the middle-aged man instructions. "All right, Junior Brother Jiang. Don't worry, I'll go over there shortly," the middle-aged man promised honestly. "Relax. When has Senior Brother Ma ever forgotten anything? If he promised, nothing will go wrong," said the short, stout young man, patting the handsome youth on the shoulder when he still appeared to have more to say. Hearing this, the handsome young man thought it over, gave a chuckle, then took his leave with the