East Divine House, Tide Cliff.
Below the cliff, torrents surge a thousand feet, churning relentlessly as tidal sounds roar, echoing thunderously; before the reefs, white foam flies with the waves, coming all at once, leaping forward, all vying to be first.
Shao Zhongxiang, intentionally dressed anew today, wears the White Feather Crane Robe, Coiled Python Belt, Fish Eye Phoenix Tail Crown, and holds the Auspicious Cloud Jade Ruyi. Hidden behind his back are dual swords, one black and one white under heavenly light, aura concealed yet hinting at sharpness.
Han Wangke sits on a flat square stone. This Daoist rarely speaks, currently resting with closed eyes.
A disciple of the Longxiang Sect glances at the sun, whispers to a fellow disciple, "It's almost time. Could it be that Zhang Daoist is afraid of Master and won't come?"
Shao Zhongxiang casts a cold glance over, causing that disciple to shiver and instantly fall silent.
