- Leaving the immortal marketplace, Qiwan’s small feet took her into the grassy meadow located a few thousand li away. In the immortal realm, the celestials didn’t sweat, neither were they bothered by the torture of hot sunlight streaming over their heads. Light rays illuminated their heads, taking different colours to indicate different hours of the day.
- Before she headed further, she used her powers to change her clothing. Earlier this morning she was wearing a yellow robe, with a dark blue undergarment. She decided to go with a pink robe this time. Almost immediately, a swirling core of magic formed, that followed with the transformation of her robes into the pink robe from her wardrobe in her abode. It was a colour Yingshang had never seen her wear. Such colours were prominent by the mortals in their realm, but less commonly worn by even the deities of the lower ranks.
- It didn’t matter. He probably wouldn’t have a chance to see her again. It felt like forever that she had last stepped into Yingshang’s abode, she thought.