The southern face of Moon Mountain.
Wang Ping stood alone on the edge of a high ground, gazing at the gathering in Yuequan Town. The others had all found excuses to leave.
Before long, the sound of an Entering Cultivator tearing through the sky echoed from above. He looked up to see two figures appear. The one in the lead was a patrolling Entering Cultivator from the Daoist Palace, clad in a green Daoist Robe. Following behind him was Lu Shan.
He had come as promised.
A dozen breaths later, the two landed a hundred feet before Wang Ping on the stone path that led up to the high ground.
The patrolling Cultivator saluted with a cupped fist, then respectfully stepped back and to the side. Lu Shan, however, came forward and clasped his hands. "Greetings, Changqing Zhenren."
Yu Lian, perched on Wang Ping's shoulder, flicked her tail in displeasure. As wisps of Water Spirit Qi emerged around her, Lu Shan hastily clasped his hands again. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yu Lian."
