In front of the East Kunlun Mountain Gate.
"May I ask esteemed Daoist for your name?"
"Bing Yi."
"Where does Daoist come from?"
"Congji Abyss."
"What is your purpose here?"
"To pay respects to the master of this place."
The three-flowered cat with a tiger-like face looked up at the innate divine being coming to visit the mountain.
His figure was slender and elegant, dressed in flowing white garments devoid of any dust. His hair, as black as ink, cascaded like a waterfall, tied with a jade crown, and a few strands waved in the wind. His face resembled divine creation, emanating pure and clean energy, giving him an overall polished appearance.
"You look like a good god," Lu Wu remarked about Bing Yi.
"Thank you, Daoist, for the praise," Bing Yi responded with a gentle smile and a voice as smooth as jade.
"Unfortunately, you came at the wrong time."
The cat shook its head: "The three Heavenly Venerates are either in seclusion or out traveling and not home."
