Emerging from the cave abode, Mi Jingshi gazed at the vast blue sky and the lofty sweep of clouds and water. In the distance, a thousand mountains and ten thousand ravines seemed to melt into the boundless waves.
Heaven's light and water's hues met in one resounding expanse!
The dazzling vista seemed to float in midair. Even straining his eyes, an observer could not tell which mountains and islands at the sky's edge lay before the others.
It was as though his own mind swayed and spun with the waves of this watery realm, drifting helplessly...
"A Spirit Grotto of the Nine Provinces, Xiaoming Great Marsh..."
As Mi Jingshi stroked his beard in contemplation, a handsome Daoist of about twenty, with red lips and white teeth, stepped out of the cave abode and came to his side.
The man looked up at the sky, a trace of envy and wistfulness inevitably entering his expression. He sighed softly.
"Who would have thought that after the Dao Scion's passing, I, Chen Wei, would ever enter Xiaoming Great Marsh openly again? Its peerless scenery truly is beyond anything the Four Great Lower Courts can offer."
"A magnificent Spirit Grotto of the cosmos, a sanctuary of immortality-how could a tenth-rank spirit vein compare?"
Hearing this, Mi Jingshi shot Chen Wei a sidelong glance and snorted, visibly displeased.
"If you had shown some promise back then and become one of the Ten Great Disciples, would you have had to worry about being unable to cultivate in Xiaoming Great Marsh?
"Instead, you went off to Outer Heaven and dragged my daughter into hardship with you. To think I swallowed my pride to beg for a great elixir for you and even taught you my ancestral Qi-Devouring Method, only for you to fail to fight your way