Beside Tingtao Pavilion, the meandering water encircles.
At the top seat, Cui Yunqi looked at Wei Song with disdain, but suddenly his gaze caught sight of Chen Xu. He hurriedly raised his cup with a smile, greeting Chen Xu from a distance.
At that moment, the noise among the seats unknowingly diminished.
All eyes were on Wei Song, and they saw smoke from his mouth blowing towards the inkstone.
Between the bright sun in the sky, the patterns of mountains and rivers on the inkstone seemed as if they were about to emerge from the smoke, transforming into a grand display of light and shadow.
Not far away, in a roadside shed, townsfolk stood on their tiptoes, peering and exclaiming, "What a huge shadow; is the mountain from the sky descending to the Mortal World?"
"Could it be that the secrets within this ancient inkstone are about to be unraveled by this person?"
"Oh heavens, could it be that an Immortal Mountain is truly appearing?"
