The scene slowly shifted as another elderly man with a stern face joined them, and the conversation grew lively. From there it moved to a foggy gorge, where a cicada lashed out at Yang Qing in desperation, only for all her attacks to be effortlessly neutralized. The image then changed again, to a clash between gold and white-silver threads and a dark fog shaped like a sea urchin. The exchange was swift and fluid, ending with the threads' decisive victory.
The scene blurred into clouds, and within that cloudiness appeared radiant golden writing: Come to Hebei, Yunnan Province, Velvet Orchid Teahouse if you want your disciple.
As the words faded, Hebei unfolded before him in splendor, the scenes shuffling through all that Yang Qing had witnessed and experienced since setting foot there.
