The River of Time was silent.
Here, only endless silver sands flowed soundlessly.
A handsome man sat cross-legged at the river's edge.
His eyes were pure silver, yet held no emotion as he gazed on in silence.
Who knew how long he had watched? It seemed like an instant, yet also like ten thousand years.
Until...
"Hey, hey, hey! Slacking off here again?"
A voice tinged with teasing interrupted his meditation.
The silver light in his eyes gradually receded, and the endless silver sands around him slowly faded away.
A young man swaggered in, idly tossing a few formation flags.
The newcomer was none other than Yu Jiutian, patriarch of the Yu Dragon Race.
"It's practically boiling over into chaos outside, and here you are, hiding away for some peace and quiet?"
Yu Jiutian plopped down beside him and stretched without a shred of dignity, still grumbling:
"What the hell? Who knows what strange business has cropped up in the Demon Realm."
"An entire realm! It was perfectly fine, and then it just vanished!"
"And those pitch-black freaks keep seeping out of it. Absolutely disgusting."
He curled his lip, showing no intention of stopping. "That hothead Ying Cang has already gone over with his spear. Says he'll stand guard at the Demon Realm's edge and skewer every last one that comes out."
After complaining for ages, Yu Jiutian realized that the man beside him had not even glanced his way.
"Shi Yin, are you even listening to me?"
Yu Jiutian waved a hand before Shi Yin's silver eyes.
At last, Shi Yin stirred.
He slowly turned his head. "What does the Immortal Realm have to say?"
"The Immortal Realm? What else could they say?"
Yu Jiutian shrugged, conjured a flask of immortal wine, and tipped his head back for a