In the dimly lit great hall, an illusory figure hovers in mid-air.
His posture stands like a solitary peak, with broad shoulders and a straight back, resembling an eagle soaring through the clouds. His facial features appear to be carved from cold jade, with eyebrows like the hook of a cold moon silver, slanted into his temples, eyes as deep as millennia-old cold springs, with corners slightly raised, akin to a phoenix feather.
Watching the projection of the middle-aged man, the eyes of Heavenly Punishment narrowed, murmuring to himself:
"Zheng Chu... Chu Zheng..."
This figure before him is identical to the Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu he once saw in the river of time.
"When the Martial Hall commanded for the search of the Ancestral Dao's traces, I reported this matter to the Deputy Director, along with many others."
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, with a slightly puzzled expression: "However, the Deputy Director didn't seem in a hurry to address this matter."
