The South, where the clouds met the sky.
The sun hung high in the sky, its light shimmering across the Cloud Sea. A streak of Illusionary Colors darted through it, and after a short while, a figure cautiously emerged from the clouds.
It was a deeply contradictory figure.
At first glance, he was a Daoist in a profound robe, wreathed in roiling smoke. He looked heroic and dashing, with a handsome, elegant face whose every glance projected masculinity.
But as he looked from side to side, his face seemed to shift, and the surrounding smoke twisted with it. In that blur, another, completely different face seemed to emerge. It was so hazy that its features were indiscernible, its gender unknowable. Only a pair of narrow, incredibly clear eyes could be seen, staring intently at him.
"Why are you looking at me, Senior?"
