In the season of blooming peach blossoms in River South, the spring breeze brushed past and a shower of petals drizzled down. In a tranquil little village, White Mitchell stood silently on the mountain peak, facing the distant moon.
White Mitchell was the youngest cultivator in the village and people referred to him as "Master Mitchell". He was revered due to his profound cultivation level and mysterious identity. However, White Mitchell had always felt a sense of inexplicable unease and longing in his heart, as though he harbored a special mission but could not find the answer.
"Are there other cultivators in this world? Are there other places for cultivation?" murmured White Mitchell. The villagers knew nothing about cultivation, and Mitchell felt very lonely.
Just then, a mysterious elder appeared before White Mitchell. He wore a hat, a white robe, and a pair of sunglasses, looking rather mysterious.