The Immortal's Touch

Within the confines of Sanqing Temple, in its secret chamber, Emperor Tianqi suddenly noticed wisps of white vapor rising from the ground.

Startled, he turned his gaze towards the swirling mist, and amidst its ethereal veil, he beheld a mesmerizing figure, akin to a celestial being walking amongst mortals.

Yet, the sight remained elusive, hovering between reality and illusion.

"Who are you?" the Emperor inquired sharply.

"A mere mortal's tricks!" came the reply.

"I am the true Emperor ordained by fate. What fear have I of specters and phantoms?!"

Emperor Tianqi rose abruptly, his gaze fixed upon the enigmatic silhouette, his voice resounding through the chamber with righteous indignation.

However, despite his vehement outburst, the figure remained in the embrace of the mist, quietly observing the Emperor.

After several breaths of tense confrontation, a voice as soft as a whisper drifted forth.