Fusheng Ferry, deep within Xi Land.
As usual, Old Turtle lay languidly on the bluestone, leisurely basking in the sun.
Not far ahead, Shen Yun reclined against a spiritwood lounge chair, flipping through ancient texts from the Sky Devil Treasury and occasionally taking a sip of tea. He was thoroughly at ease.
Whoosh...
A cool breeze swept past, and the Flowing Spring murmured softly.
A spray of peach blossoms scattered in the wind and gently landed atop Old Turtle's head, disturbing his sweet dreams.
"Mm... judging by the time, they should be here soon."
Old Turtle opened his bleary eyes and looked towards White Dragon, who was standing guard outside the valley. He instructed, "Go find a few people who know how to handle matters and have them welcome Sword Venerable Shouzheng for me."
"Yes, Venerable Lord!"
At his words, White Dragon immediately accepted the order and sprang into action. His crisp, efficient enthusiasm was worlds apart from how he had been when he was first dragged here to guard the gate.
"Wait a moment."
Shen Yun called out softly and casually waved his hand. Several precious pills flew from his sleeve and gently landed in White Dragon's palm.
"You've been running around and working hard these past few days. Here's a small gift. Take it."
White Dragon had originally been the lord of the Water Clan at Fusheng Ferry. On ordinary days, he ran errands for Old Turtle and handled odd jobs, making him a True Person who cultivated the righteous path in his own domain.
Recently, he had gone to considerable trouble over Sword Sect's visit, so Shen Yun naturally wasn't stingy.
"Sir, you're too kind. This little dragon only did a small favor. I really cannot accept such a generous reward..."
White Dragon hurriedly waved his hands