The White Soup in the pot had finally boiled dry. Several softened lengths of scallion drooped limply over its rim, looking just like Zhuo Rusui's eyelids.
Liu Ci's sleeve had stirred up a breeze as he left, extinguishing the fire beneath the pot. Those scallions no longer needed to worry about being scorched.
The steam in the private room and the restaurant was swept away as well. The fresh breeze passed through the door onto the street, dispersing all the mist.
Cool sunlight spilled over Yunji Town. For the first time, late autumn's killing chill and lofty expanses appeared so vividly before everyone's eyes.
The tourists from elsewhere were all right, but the town's residents were stunned.
The vast majority of them had never seen a scene with all the mist gone.
People soon realized that this had to be some extraordinary Daoist art of a Green Mountain Immortal Master and hurriedly fell to their knees.
The mist came from Green Mountain's peaks, the natural circulation of moisture between heaven and earth, and was also connected to that Grand Formation.
The Green Mountain Grand Array opened. The daylight changed slightly, and even the colors of the red trees and green woods among the peaks seemed subtly different.
The disciples beside Sword-Washing Creek and among the peaks looked up at the sky. Seeing a Sword Cloud, they knew the Sect Master had returned from Yunmeng Mountain and bowed.
That Sword Cloud did not descend on Heavenly Light Peak but drifted toward the more distant Divine End Peak. Divine End Peak's restrictions opened on their own, and the trees across the mountain swayed gently, as though welcoming something.
The Green Mountain disciples were surprised. Thinking of one possibility, they could not help looking delighted.
Their Junior Uncle-Master was back!
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