Western Sea, Green-Sinking Reef.
Among the northern reefs stood an island covered in lush greenery. A courtyard built of azure stone stood at its center, surrounded by luxuriant vegetation and drifting azure radiance.
A group of female cultivators in green robes had gathered outside, whispering among themselves as an infant's cries rang out from the courtyard.
The clouds in the sky stirred, and an elderly cultivator in sky-blue Daoist robes descended on the wind. His face was lean, a wooden sword rested on his back, and talismans trailed in his wake. The faint pressure of his foundation establishment late stage cultivation steadied the scene.
"Elder Lin Yu!"
The female cultivators hurried forward as though they had seen their savior, their expressions flustered. Lin Yu swept his sleeve and stopped outside the courtyard gate, a trace of bewilderment on his aged face.
"What is going on with these manifestations?"
"Elder, it is Junior Sister Ruan Qing's child."
Lin Yu's gaze sharpened. Naturally, he knew about Ruan Qing's circumstances, and he sighed.
"Are mother and child safe?"
"There is no serious trouble. We have already sent people to look after them."
At this, Lin Yu's expression eased a little. He parted the crowd and entered the courtyard, where azure radiance spilled across the ground and plants flourished until it was almost a sea of emerald green.
Merely standing there made his Dharma body feel lighter and his blood flow smoothly. His astonishment deepened. He was about to head into the inner chamber when he saw that a man in plain robes had, at some unknown moment, appeared before him and was standing quietly there, mysterious wind-and-thunder markings gleaming between his brows.
"True Person!"
Lin Yu was alarmed. Even True Person Zhou You had been drawn here. What could possibly have happened?
Zhou