"That is the Zhao You Heavenly Pond?"
Zhao Yang cast his gaze afar and saw that upon the vast plain ahead there stood a single mountain, rearing up like a lonely pillar, rising straight from the earth into the clouds, as though it wished to link earth and sky. Around it clouds surged and mists gathered, vapors coiled in a ringed shroud, and the sight set his heart at ease, filling him with delight and repeated amazement.
At this moment he saw that upon the peak there seemed to be a group of cultivators, so he called out, "Junior Brother Shen, come and look, the disciples under True Master Zhang have come out to welcome us."
Shen Dong stepped forward a few paces, stared hard a few times, pointed ahead and said, "I do not know who that fellow Daoist in the lead is—could it be one of True Master Zhang's same-sect disciples?"
