Chapter 510 Lin Ziyi's Close Friend
- Upon reaching the mountaintop, he spotted a figure seated cross-legged on a piece of green stone, holding a dry pipe in his left hand, puffing away, and exhaling smoke that extended over ten meters.
- The smoke, thin as chopsticks, maintained a consistent thickness. At the end of the smoke, ripples formed, almost magically.
- "Already here?" the other person inquired, with a calm tone.