Time flowed on, and all was calm.
Everything unfolded according to its natural order, slowly and deliberately.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
"This is my Senior Brother, Qing Xuan."
"Greetings, Senior Qing Xuan."
A mere sixteen or seventeen years old, Lu Xuan bowed solemnly.
"If Senior Qing Xuan hadn't intervened, I'm afraid I would have already died at the hands of the True Immortal from Sakata Heavy Industries..."
As he spoke, Lu Xuan, who was only at the Celestial Human Level, curiously sized up the Daoist before him. The Daoist was shrouded in a mist of Chaos, making him impossible to see clearly.
"It was nothing."
The Mist Daoist spoke calmly, his gaze growing a little distant as he looked at the fledgling Little Lu Xuan.
He shook his head and said no more. After leading Lu Xuan into a quiet room and setting down the Jade Void Glazed Lamp, he departed without a sound.
