Legend of The Young Master
His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
Conscious Link
Wuyi smiled. "Let us try. I can connect with you all while you cannot enter my conscious thoughts."
"I give a great deal for very little gain," Xilai said. "Bah – and yet, the Pavilion Mistress is right. I am not an island." He extended his hand to Liwei.
She took it graciously. They held hands around the circle, like children in a game.
"Young Master, I intend to pray. Try not to vanish in a puff of smoke," said the Pavilion Mistress.
She began the heavenly Prayer.
They all entered a conscious space; it was a big hall that contained different type of conscious spaces..
The Pavilion Mistress appeared in this hall. She was young, voluptuous in a tall, thin way, with an earthy power to her face that belied her spirit. Liwei was elfin and green. Xilai was young and strong, hale – a warrior on errantry, with a halo of gold.
Lady Yueli was shining like a statue of polished bronze. Feiru looked just like herself.