The tornado pierced the heavens and cleaved the earth, unleashing an endless maelstrom.
But strangely, the vast surface of Mirror Lake remained utterly undisturbed, without a single ripple. It was as if the boundless phenomena were mere illusions, or perhaps they did not exist in this plane of existence at all.
Beside Mirror Lake stood a thatched cottage. Peering through the window, one could see an old man napping at a table.
Wang Xiu approached and asked, "Senior?"
After he called out three times, the old man finally responded. He lethargically lifted his sleepy eyes to glance at Wang Xiu and said irritably, "What is it!"
