Clear pool of jade waves.
A white-robed monk with gaunt features quietly squats by the water's edge, scooping up the cold, chilling water, tirelessly washing those beautiful, slender hands over and over again.
Soon, several streaks of light silently swept in, transforming into human forms behind him.
"How did it go?" The white-robed monk flicked away the water droplets from his fingertips, stood up calmly, and turned back to look at the bodhisattvas.
"Venerable..." The bodhisattvas looked a bit troubled, lowering their heads in unison.
The Northern Continent has always been under the jurisdiction of the Three Immortal Sect, with the three major sect hierarchs guarding it, countless caves and veins passing down legacies, not to mention the occasional visits from the Five Immortals of the Immortal Court to preach the law.
If it were before, by disguising themselves a little, they could catch some news, more or less.
