After Zhang Tianji gave his tacit permission, under Shen Wan's arrangement a wisp of smoke like a dragon suddenly surged atop the Mountain-Moving Cloud Boat. It sliced across a large area overhead, dividing the sky and painting it in a hazy blur. Upon closer inspection, the smoke flowed and took shape at will, resembling a freehand landscape painting by some master. Its overlapping layers were faint yet quite pleasing to the eye.
This was the Misty Cloud Seat prepared by Suixin Pavilion specifically for people of the Longevity realm. Much like a curtain in a room, it meant to isolate two spaces and avoid the vulgar crowd. Its wonders did not stop there, either.
Shen Wan bowed to Zhang Tianji again. "True Lord, please."
Zhang Tianji had a bad temper, but at this moment he naturally displayed the majesty of a great sect. He turned with a smile to Kan Xingli.
"Hall Master Kan, you and I shall go together."
In truth Kan Xingli felt rather unwilling and reluctant to come this time, but courtesy was indispensable now. "True Lord first, True Person Zhou please."
Zhang Tianji exchanged no further pleasantries. He took a single step out, landing directly amidst the layers of cloud vapor. Zhou Chu and Kan Xingli also rose into the air. As soon as the three entered, the smoke abruptly thinned. Behind the vapor, multicolored light swirled to form a five-colored auspicious cloud. Zhang Tianji placed himself upon it with a light flick of his horsetail whisk, and his deep-red Daoist robe emitted layers of rosy light that cast a reflection, yet his features remained hazy and obscured, making it hard to observe any changes in his expression—truly like an immortal being.
As soon as he sat down, two more white clouds materialized in succession, assuming