As the passage appeared, an aura that reached the heavens spread outward, extending endlessly...
The aura carried an endless sense of haunting stillness, like an ancient book sealed away beneath the dust for years, now being slowly opened.
Within that book were written boundless sorrows of love, yearning to tell their tale to the world.
Su Mo and the others did not know that, at that very moment, the ground in several places throughout Great Hua had collapsed, revealing mysterious passages...
On an old mountain, inside a pavilion, an Elder in Magnificent Robes was brewing tea, its fragrance wafting everywhere.
A young man sat opposite him, watching his elegant tea-brewing movements, hesitating to speak.
"Master, if you keep brewing that tea, it'll turn bitter!" Watching the old man continue brewing without pouring any out, the young man spoke helplessly.
The old man cast him a sidelong glance and said leisurely, "Your temperament really does resemble your Mistress's. You rush headlong into everything. Can't you learn from your master? Only by facing everything with a calm heart and tranquil mind can you command a world!"
"But..." The young man paused, then said helplessly, "Master's wife said you take your time with everything, and told me not to learn from you!"
"What does a woman know?" The old man curled his lips. "Our Profound Sect emphasizes commanding all things within the heart and drawing upon all things without. Only with a calm heart and tranquil mind can one pursue the mysteries of the Dao Arts."
"But you're taking far too long. If you keep brewing it, this tea will boil dry!" the young man protested, unconvinced.
"Let me tell you..." The old man was leisurely about to instruct his disciple when he suddenly whipped his head toward the horizon, his expression