Fluent answers, on the eve of alchemy

Jun Wangchen had no idea how much time had passed. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in an empty white space. There was nothing around him, yet it stretched endlessly, with no boundary in sight.

"Wh... where am I?" Jun Wangchen looked around, bewildered.

All I did was click the face-to-face chat window, and now I'm in this godforsaken place. What if I can never get back?

He had been fine until that thought struck him. Then panic set in.

Fear brought cold sweat to Jun Wangchen's forehead, and he immediately shouted, "Master, are you there?"

"Why all this panic? Have you no composure?" As his shout faded, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Jun Wangchen froze and turned around. At some point, a man holding a horsetail whisk had appeared behind him.

The man was extraordinarily handsome, with long, willow-like eyebrows and a graceful, statuesque figure. His long purple hair draped behind his snow-white neck. His beauty was almost ravishing.

The long white beard beneath his chin did nothing to spoil his appearance. Instead, it gave him a mature charm.

A man this beautiful was a rarity in the world.

Jun Wangchen gaped and blurted out, "Y-you... you're Taishang Laojun?"

My God, wasn't Taishang Laojun supposed to be some decrepit old man?

Then what was with this gorgeous young hunk in front of me?

Could all immortals be this handsome and beautiful?

"Insolent! As my disciple, how dare you address your master by name?" Taishang Laojun frowned and flicked his whisk.

In an instant, the surrounding void shattered and time dissolved. Showers of light appeared, boundless chaos split apart, and the sun, moon, and stars stirred the chaos filling the heavens, calling forth towering bolts of heavenly lightning. Space and time trembled, as though cracks were about to