Lonely starry sky.
Lu Qingfeng, clad in a cyan robe, stands atop a meteorite as massive as a mountain. His white hair flutters wildly, and his beard streams in the wind, giving him an immortal-like appearance.
Behind him stands a brocade-clad young man.
His features are chiseled and stern, his face cold. Upon closer inspection, a fierce look is unmistakably present between his brows, impossible to conceal.
Lu Qingfeng gazes at the starry sky, contemplating the universe.
The young man stares intently at Lu Qingfeng's back, his eyes unblinking, occasionally revealing a fierce and murderous aura.
"Six-winged."
"Do you still remember how long you have been following your master?"
Lu Qingfeng, with his back to the young man, has his white hair and beard flowing, yet his back is straight, his gaze still fixed deep into the cosmic starry sky, his voice clear and resonant.
"Responding to teacher."
