West Plain City, Daoist Government Office.
In the Songhe Hall, sandalwood slowly burns, Fei Hongming sits serenely on a brocade cushion, his breath entering his Dantian, as his spirit roams the heavens beyond.
The West Plain Daoist Official is dressed in a pale cyan robe, his hair styled in a Daoist bun with a bright jade embedded on his forehead, while a long beard hangs down to his chest, resembling a transcendent immortal with a serene and dignified demeanor.
Clink~
The copper bell hanging above the doorway trembles slightly, and Fei Hongming quietly opens his eyes.
He lowers his gaze and asks calmly, "What time is it?"
The steward, who has been standing solemnly in the corner of the hall, immediately steps forward and says, "Master, it just passed the hour of You."
"Hmm?"
Fei Hongming immediately frowns and asks unhappily, "Has Zhang Yuan not arrived?"
The steward carefully answers, "No, he has not."
