The silver moon shone high in the sky, its pure, bright light spilling over the mortal world.
The mountain spring was crystal clear, gradually reflecting Sen Yue's face.
Sen Yue had the appearance of a young man. He wore a Purple Gold Daoist Robe, his posture erect. His white hair was draped casually over his shoulders, cascading like a waterfall.
His eyes were as deep as an ancient well.
At this moment, he was cultivating a Dream Dao technique.
A thought stirred in his mind. Inspiration flared, and he began to conjure a sweet dream.
SPLASH...
Before his eyes, the calm spring water began to tremble violently. It spun madly, as if it were a vortex absorbing everything in the world.
But in reality, the mountainside was perfectly still. Nothing had changed.
A cool breeze blew past, and a flickering reflection danced in his eyes.
...
"Brother, Brother, don't I look pretty today?"
