Hazy dream, bone-chilling cold.
The mist gradually disperses, revealing a simple stone pavilion.
Beside the stone table in the pavilion, a burly tough man sits in a faded Confucian robe, his face obscured, only his eyes remain tranquil as an abyss.
This is the manifestation of the Five Dao General.
Like such Mortal Gods, they are ever-changing, without specific form, even the features shown upon appearance are based on people's imagined reflections.
"Sit."
The Five Dao General's voice is low, pushing forward a coarse pottery wine bowl, the murky wine inside swirls, emitting a strange cold and mellow fragrance.
Counting it, since Li Yan set sail to sea, far from the Divine State for several months, this is the first time contacting this Yin Si Divine General.
