Near and far, Wei Yuan finally understood the meaning of this phrase.
The Immortal City wasn't large, and Zhang Sheng's residence was just a step away from Wei Yuan's own. Wei Yuan locked onto his own courtyard with his Divine Sense, took a step forward, and found himself in an unfamiliar room.
The room was brightly lit, decorated with a natural charm. The Old Daoist Chu He was sitting under the lamp counting rice grains one by one. Any slight imperfection in the pearl-sized rice grains would land them in a nearby bag, while only those full of Spirituality and completely flawless would be ceremoniously placed into a Jade Basin.
Master Chu He was startled by a thunderous sound, looking up to see Wei Yuan descending from the heavens and then at the gaping hole in the ceiling, he was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Sorry to disturb you." Wei Yuan awkwardly threw out a remark, and with a flash of his figure, he disappeared once more.
