On Mount Jade, the Omniscient Deity sat on a rock in the back mountain.

He held a flute in his hand.

The melody from the flute sounded like flowing water, resounding throughout the mountain range.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He looked into the night sky and said, “Since you’re here, you should show yourself.”

Swoosh!

As his words fell, a figure dashed toward him from a distance and landed firmly in front of him.

The man looked to be around his forties. He wore a white robe and had short, black