He thought to himself, "To fulfill one's promise is to stay loyal to the entrusted task. Senior Pu Yuzi gifted me the Mountain and River Map that day; I should find an excellent Hua Pool to repay his disciple, and I cannot handle this matter perfunctorily. Once this affair concludes, it seems I must visit the Flying Boat Immortal Market in Chongyue True Temple."
As he was pondering, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound from the opposite island. Unconsciously, he raised his eyes to look, and saw colorful radiance spilling halfway down Black Mountain, like sticks stirring the cloud cover. From within came the thunderous sound of drums, resonating like violent thunderstorms, each beat louder than the last. Even someone unaware of the situation would know that something was rising up through the clouds.
Zhang Yan glanced briefly and laughed loudly, "The moment has arrived."
