"What?"
"Did you say the current master of Baidi City is the seventh White Emperor?"
Sitting crossed-legged atop the clouds, Fu Yi widened his eyes in shock.
Beside Fu Yi, an elder with a half-illusory form was meditating while fishing, utterly indifferent to Fu Yi's astonishment.
Behind them, Li Bai was drinking and performing sword dances, occasionally chanting a verse or two.
"Don't make such a fuss. Be careful not to scare my fish."
Slowly opening his eyes, the elder admonished irritably.
Here, it is essential to mention the location of the three.
They were now at the edge of Baidi City, upon the clouds, below them, the vast expanse of the West Sea.
In the distance, fine fishing lines so thin they were invisible to the naked eye dropped from the clouds into the ocean, occasionally stirring.
"Fu Yi, young friend, in Bai Yu City you must learn to take things in stride."
At this moment, Li Bai stopped his sword dance and spoke in a semi-drunken tone, laughing.
