The Will of the Grandmaster

It was snowing. The Five Peaks of Qing Xuan were shrouded in clouds. Rays of different colors shot out from within and dispersed the smoke-like clouds. These rays formed beautiful intersections in the sky.

The colored rays were all of different colors and intersected with each other, and they brought some liveliness to the quiet sect. Qing Xuan had not seen such liveliness in a long time.

Partially, it was due to the cold and detached nature of a Daoist. Though, the fact that Qing Xuan had been walking on a downward slope contributed to it too.