The 10-foot wide room was quiet and totally empty. There was only a green lamp that was burning and jumping about.
Beside the lamp, there was a middle-aged Taoist who was like an old unmoving tree, silently meditating.
Who knows how long this room hadn't been cleaned in? There was a full inch of dust here.
There were no marks or signs that showed that there were any changes at all here in hundreds of years.
The Taoist opened his eyes weirdly and exclaimed as he looked toward the void.
"Qingming? How vicious..."
His face instantly twitched and rage flashed across. In a flash, he headed out of the room.
This place was like a dreamlike location; ethereal clouds all around, beautiful scenery, and a seven-colored bright light flashed about.
There were many cultivators who were shocked as they looked at the middle-aged man who appeared.
"It is Great Senior Master Kunming..."
"Why did he come out so soon?"