Outside Hanyang Prefecture City, the river's waves churned and flowed.
The night was deep. A crescent moon, like a delicate eyebrow, rose over Goose Mountain, casting a faint, clear light.
Song Chou, dressed in an Immortal Crane Cloud Pattern Robe, rode a flame high in the sky. He bowed respectfully to a gaunt Daoist with three wisps of a long beard and said flatteringly,
"Elder Huang, your Ghost and God Capturing Skill has actually reached Perfection! It not only stirs up dark thoughts but can also plant a demonic obsession that is impossible to shake. That's nearly the level of a Foundation Establishment True Master's Magical Power."
An ancient Copper Bell hovered above the gaunt Daoist's head. With every chime, it shed a clear light that dispersed the layered astral winds.
Seeing Song Chou approach, he did not rise, but remained in his seated meditation posture. His voice was flat as he asked,
"Elder Song, what brings you here?"
