The Dark Abyss was silent and lonely as ever, there were no sounds, only the occasional roars of profound beasts. Jia Lin stood within the grounds of the large house, looking at an old man that was made from Mists. His image swayed back and forth with the wind, his eyes held a deep calm that could be considered frightening.
"Hmm, you sure are relaxed in these few years. I thought that you would be dead by now to what was going on"
The old man floated down, his eyes made four with Jia Lin's. Jia Lin only stood at his spot, he couldn't sense this old man, nor could he tell anything about him. This old man was extremely strange, he didn't know why he would be staying inside of his Qi realm and how he had gotten there in the first place.
"I can only meditate and wait upon the appointed time
