Amidst the joyful conversation between the Painting Saint, Zhao Xuanjing, and Zhao Sheng, a six-tusked white elephant, its entire body gleaming white like jade, suddenly stepped forth from the darkness.
The six-tusked white elephant had a body as massive as a mountain, able to step across billions of miles of the void in a single stride.
Zhao Sheng and his two companions noticed the appearance of this elephant and raised their gaze to look beyond.
On the back of this six-tusked white elephant, there sat a plump old monk, bare-chested and exuding an aura of benevolence and kindness.
The old monk wore a loose robe, the kindness and amiability of his smile giving him an air of unrestrained freedom and optimism.
"Oh, it turns out... Little White Elephant Monk has arrived. What a rarity!" The Painting Saint squinted slightly and suddenly teased.
As he spoke, the six-tusked white elephant was already approaching, enhancing its majestic presence.
