Lusciously green, the jade-like trees reached for the skies.
Two young Daoists, identical in appearance but dressed in black and white Daoist Robes, sat cross-legged in the courtyard, their hands forming slightly different spells.
Mists twisted around them, faintly echoing with the roar of the ebb and flow of the tides.
From sunrise to sunset.
As a sliver of twilight illuminated the courtyard, the two simultaneously opened their eyes.
The tumultuous sound around them, reminiscent of surging waves, also dissipated.
"It turns out that even the Dao-Entering Realm has its limits," Qi Xiu murmured, his eyes serene and his tone tinged with a hint of solemnity as he fiddled with the Flood Dragon Pool Ring on his thumb.
