In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
At the summit of Black Water Immortal Mountain, on that central open space, early in the morning, crowds gathered, shoulder to shoulder, and it was impossible to tell how many people had congregated there.
"What do you think the Ancestor looks like? I heard someone say he's nine feet tall, with eyes like copper bells, a broad back, and a strong waist, exuding an extreme majesty. I wonder if the rumor I heard is true?"
"Pfft... Who did you hear that from? They're just fooling you, aren't they? Let me tell you, several hundred years ago, I was fortunate enough to see the Ancestor once. As the patriarch of our Black Water lineage, he has kind eyes and a benevolent face, with white hair and beard. One glance and you can tell he's a sage who has attained enlightenment."
