The next day, in the courtyard.
Boss Zhang, holding a bowl of rice soup, followed Zhang Feng's plan and submitted a request to the company to 'search for the Celestial Palace.'
Meanwhile, in the occasional astonished glances from the crowd, Zhang Feng sat cross-legged in the courtyard, breathing in and out the visible 'Purple Haze.'
In the sunlight, it displayed a brilliant 'purple-orange,' yet it was as elusive as smoke and cloud.
Without careful observation, it was hard to capture its trace.
But at this moment, with Zhang Feng intentionally breathing in and out,
Everyone could clearly see the trail of Purple Haze.
And they could see as Daoist Zhang breathed, like a whale swallowing water, the entire courtyard's Purple Haze gathered gradually overhead.
Nearby residents also noticed this fascinating phenomenon of purple aura surrounding the sky.
"Hey, old man... what's going on at Zhang's boy's place?"
"That's a lot of smoke, is Boss Zhang cooking in the yard?"
