Fufeng Protectorate.
Su Family Manor.
Months had passed, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year had long since vanished.
Only the peach talismans above each household's doors remained somewhat fresh, retaining a hint of the holiday spirit.
Most farmers, seizing the moment of the New Year, had hastily gone to till the land, silently praying for favorable weather and for the imperial court not to impose additional taxes.
At this moment, high in the sky, two streaks of escaping light suddenly appeared.
This light, pure in color and clear without dispersing, was clearly the true inheritance of the Xuanmen Orthodox, not at all in the same vein as those Loose Cultivators who commanded black winds and toxic fog.
The two streaks of light left Fufeng City and hovered above Su Family Manor, and after a while, they came to a halt, revealing two Daoists.
One of them had his hair knotted into three buns, donned a blue Daoist robe, and wore boots of the ten directions.
