"Oh, right! Fatty Dong actually took first place. Jade Bamboo Peak isn't far away, so I might as well go have a look!" The thought suddenly struck Li Xiaoya, and he shot toward Jade Bamboo Peak.
"They say Fatty Dong has the rarest kind of mutated spiritual root, the light attribute. I wonder just how powerful he is?" Li Xiaoya mused as he flew.
Mist drifted through a vast grove of emerald-green bamboo. Colorful birds darted back and forth, chasing one another with joyous cries. The enormous lake lay as still as a mirror, reflecting the green mountains and bamboo groves around it like a scene from an immortal paradise.
Stranger still, four figures were sitting on the water, chatting happily. Indeed, they were sitting right on the surface. A closer look would have revealed that the water beneath them had solidified like ice. The cultivators' stools were also formed from water, and a stone table stood between them, laden with spirit fruits and Spirit Tea.
"Hm? What's that little swindler doing here?" one of the cultivators, who looked like a monk, suddenly remarked amid their laughter.
"Hm? Who?" asked a stunning young matron. After focusing her senses for a moment, she understood. "Oh! It's Li Xiaoya?"
Just as the two were speaking...
"Fatty Dong! Fatty Dong! Come out!" a voice suddenly shouted, shattering the idyllic atmosphere and sending the birds scattering in fright.
The caller was none other than Li Xiaoya. He stood before a vast bank of mist at the foot of the mountain, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Fatty Dong?" the stunning young matron asked in puzzlement.
"Ah! That brat's calling me!" said a fair-skinned, plump monk standing behind the monk cultivator.
"Never mind. Let the boy in! Junior Brother Daoling will be coming over