After the rainy season, it's clear skies and bright sun.
The seedlings in the mountains grow gently, rolling into a continuous wave of grain with the breeze.
A spiritual ship descends from the sky, and two figures in Daoist robes step out from it.
Ye Jingcheng gazes at the vast wheat field, seemingly swaying with the breeze and the wave of grain.
At the end of the wave of grain lies a small town nestled in the mountain pass.
The town is not large, but the two mountains are quite tall, casting ample shadow.
At the village gate, the temple still appears splendidly luxurious, and the roads have widened considerably. That's the Immortal Hall, though alas, it never lodges an immortal.
Ye Jingcheng's eyes suddenly appear somewhat dazed.
For a moment, many images flash through his mind.
Eventually landing on the three characters of White Cloud Town at the archway.
He shakes his head, then smiles softly.
He is here today for ascension, so how can he be lost in a daze?
