"Who is undergoing tribulation here?"
Lan Feihu's voice boomed, echoing through the tribulation cloud above.
Yuan Bi eyed the distance, his green eyes suddenly sharpening.
Holding a sword in one hand and a trident in the other, he stepped forward through the air towards the figure standing like a sharpened sword, greeting with clasped hands, "Yuan Bi of Yuan Lake Water Palace, pays respects to Master Luofu."
"Master Luofu?"
Upon hearing this, Lan Feihu stepped forward to inspect and recognized him as the one clad in white with a long sword—the very same Luo Fuzi who, thirty years ago, founded his practice hermitage on Snow Eagle Mountain some eighteen thousand li to the east of Yuan Lake.
"Ah-ah-ah."
"I had forgotten, this place is but three thousand li from Snow Eagle Mountain. If someone is undergoing tribulation, Master is surely the first to know."
Lan Feihu grinned at the white-clad Daoist.
