Master Chi Yuan returned to the small dragon vein, made some arrangements, and then sat down on the large rock in front of the wooden house to adjust his breath and meditate.
The weather on the mountain was cold, even though it was nearly May, the early mornings and nights were extremely chilly. Just past midnight, the cold wind was biting, and a few snowflakes drifted down from the sky, quickly scattering down.
Master Chi Yuan remained unmoved, snowflakes accumulating on his long eyebrows until he sensed a disturbance in the sky. Only then did he open his eyes, looking at the person in the lake-blue robe, with eyes reflecting an icy coldness and feeling a heaviness in his heart.
He couldn't discern this person's real appearance; his face seemed to be covered with a thin mist, impossible to see clearly.
And that aura...
Master Chi Yuan forcibly endured the pressure, stood up, and picked up the horsetail whisk beside him.
"Evil Buddha Siluo."
