The night fog swirled around Shuangshu Village, the fiery red Fire Spring flowing, the leaves of the black and white trees rustling softly in the warm breeze, surrounded by vast fields of thriving crops outside the village.
"Old immortal, you've come again." At the village entrance, Old Man Liu grinned widely, looking honest and simple, with a ruddy complexion, holding a porcelain bowl while eating.
Although Cao Qianqiu was the transformation of Pure Yang Consciousness, he had already restrained the light as blazing as the Fierce Sun, appearing no different from a flesh-and-blood body, his silver hair shining, his face slightly glowing, and his Feather Robe spacious.
"Hmm." He nodded, scrutinizing Old Man Liu, then glanced at the old yellow dog lying at the gate, knowing easily with his Taoist powers that this was just an old hunter from a remote area.
