Dawn broke in the east, the full moon still hanging in the west.
Yang Ge stood aloft in the sky, his robes fluttering as if weightless, with the Cold Moon Saber quietly floating behind him, emitting a bright silvery glow that accentuated his upright figure, making him appear like an exiled immortal descending to earth.
"Master Yang, long time no see. Are you well?"
A hundred paces away, still clad in a dark robe with an imperial dragon design and wearing a crown, the hunchbacked old man stood under the night sky. His body continuously radiated a bright, imperial yellow light, at once resembling a true dragon emperor seated in a resplendent hall and a living Buddha with a radiant, pure light behind him.
Yang Ge looked straight at him, his voice light and indifferent, "Did you just threaten me?"
Although separated by a hundred paces, their conversation seemed as if they were mere inches apart.
