His bearing was ethereal, long hair draping loosely down, a white jade clasp at his nape. With two fingers forming a seal, a resonant clangor sounded by his side, as though gold and iron clashed within his body, producing a swift, faint ring.
Mist drifted apart below, and a maiden ascended slowly, garbed in white, graceful and composed. She bowed before the man atop the dais and spoke softly:
"Master, the Perfected Person summons you."
The long-haired man slowly opened his eyes, streams of Dharma Light flowing from the center of his brows. He asked gently,
"Qingyi, did they state the reason?"
"They did not."
The woman was none other than Fei Qingyi from the Fei Clan, now possessing Qi Cultivating Late Stage cultivation. Born of Yuanwu, her attire was always exquisitely precious. She answered promptly, then, somewhat hesitantly,
"Your disciple does not know. But judging from the recent rumors, it may concern the Qing Song Temple."
