Tears streamed down Zhao Xintong's face, yet her smile was utterly radiant. Uncle Niao had come, and brought his friends with him. He was still playing such tricks: hearing her mention Yingzhou, he had conjured this magnificent seascape just to echo the imagery of her poem.
It truly took her by surprise. His killing techniques were unrivaled, but since when could he manifest a seascape? It was so masterfully done, so lifelike, no different from the real thing.
She, too, was in the Perceiving the Divine Realm, and knew how difficult this was. It was beyond even the abilities of cultivators in the Three Heavens Realms. Was it a bounded domain? A mirage? Or a spatial projection?
But she knew perfectly well that not one of the hundreds of Three Heavens Realms cultivators present could achieve anything like this. They could not even come close.
Had Uncle Niao spent so long at sea that he had turned into a seabird?
She understood this, and naturally, so did the other cultivators. They knew a powerful cultivator was passing through-or had come specifically to offer Daoist Tong his blessings?
They had never heard of her having such connections. And how could that Daoist Xi from Anhe possess such abilities?
Trembling, the old academy head cupped his hands toward the sky. "May I ask which esteemed master is passing through Red Leaf, bestowing such beautiful scenery upon us and leaving us all intoxicated in heart and spirit..."
A rough, booming voice rang out. "Xiang Anshi of Yingtai, here to wish my niece health and peace. Since Yingtai was mentioned, how could there be no scenery? So I brought a few things over from home, making a fool of myself before the experts... Niece Xintong, would you come up for a visit?"
Zhao Xintong