It felt as though a long time had passed, yet also as though only an instant had gone by. When Master Green Feather came to his senses, he found himself standing above an endless sea of gray mist.
The sky was dim and hazy, and he could see no ground beneath his feet. Dense fog shrouded the area all around him, as though he had returned to the Primordial Era, to the moment when Chaos first began.
But he did not panic. Instead, his expression turned respectful and delighted.
More than ten years ago, at the Founder's Shrine, he had experienced something like this.
Sure enough, he saw a tall figure standing proudly before him.
Blue light shimmered all over the figure, brimming with spiritual energy, like an immortal banished from the heavens and descended into the mortal realm.
"Your disciple, Green Feather, pays his respects to the Founding Ancestor."
Master Green Feather immediately prostrated himself and knocked his head against the ground three times.
Lin Xiaoyao didn't waste words.
Sometimes, the more concise you were, the more impressive you seemed.
"The Feathering Sect doesn't need to relocate. I'll solve the problem."
"This..."
A look of astonishment crossed Master Green Feather's face. He was just about to speak when the other man swept his sleeve, and a gust of wind shoved his words back down his throat.
His consciousness grew hazy, and his hands and feet seemed to slip beyond his control.
When Master Green Feather woke again, he found himself back in his own cave abode.
He was even still in the same position as before.
Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream of golden millet.
But it hadn't been a dream.
At the thought of the Founding Ancestor's instructions, his expression turned conflicted.
The Founding Ancestor