Chapter 810: Fleeing to Seek Shelter
North of Jade Capital, within a certain Mystic Profound Realm, white vapor filled the place, steaming up into the sky.
High in the heavens, more than ten thousand stone spheres of varying sizes floated in orderly suspension, each glowing faintly. Seen from the ground, they danced like jade strings in the light, their splendor flickering—magnificent beyond compare, like stars fallen from the heavens into the mortal world.
The largest of these stars stood at the center, flawlessly round and as large as the bright moon, with palaces and towers rising upon it.
Within the main palace hall, a tall, handsome Daoist stood upon jade tiles that shone like mirrors.
His hair was gathered only casually into a topknot, his robes hanging loose and flowing. As he walked, he seemed like white clouds billowing forth; clearly, he was an exceedingly free-spirited man.
At that moment, he held a golden letter in his hand and muttered to himself, "Yan Ziquan? Xinying, does our White Truth Mountain have such a person?"
Nie Xinying stood in the hall, her beautiful eyes fixed on him. "Master, have you forgotten how many disciples you have?"
The Daoist said helplessly, "It's not as if you don't know that your master recognizes faces, not names." He rubbed his brow. "Besides, I have so many disciples and grand-disciples. How could I remember every last one?"
Nie Xinying stared at him. With the abilities of a Profound Venerable, how could he possibly forget merely a disciple's name? He simply did not wish to remember, believing it was not worth remembering.
She said, "When there is work to be done, disciples serve their master. This disciple will investigate it for Master at once."
The Daoist laughed. "Good, good. With you handling this, your master can