Yanhu stood within the radiance, gazing at the pitch-black great void he had never seen before, and could not help but begin to ponder in his heart, According to what a few colleagues said, when one is captured by a Daoist Master, one is to revert to one's original form and serve as a mount… Am I being tactless by remaining in human form?1

But this one moves without a fixed trace. I have never heard news of him before, and I do not know whether he already has a mount… If he rides me back, I must not offend another colleague before we even reach the lake…1

He knew well that he was not irreplaceable, and thus grew even more cautious. As he glanced uneasily around him, he felt that the heavenly light beneath his feet did not seem sufficient for his true form to stand upon. Yet while he was still mulling over these thoughts, they had already broken through the great void, and a rippling...0