In the depths of the floating mountain on which the Qi Clan resided, Old Ancestor Qi Meng was sitting atop of a boulder with a fishing pole in his hands.
In front of him was a small lake, and from time to time, one could see fish swimming by.
Qi Meng sat there quietly without moving at all, as if a statue. However, at some point in time, a slight smile crept onto his lips, and he started speaking. "You can ask me directly if you have any doubts in mind. There's no need to try sounding me out."
There was no one in front of him when he said those words.
Hu!
But shortly after he spoke, a figure suddenly appeared on the surface of the water. He appeared so abruptly that it seemed like he had teleported over. On top of that, his movements had not caused any disturbance in the wind, and there was not the slightest ripple to be seen atop the water. It was almost as if his presence was just a figment of one's imagination.
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