Chapter 343 — Visitors from Beyond the Heavens, Sentiments Like Poetry
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Not long after Zaifu and the blind old man left, a voice suddenly came from afar.
"The Human Emperor of this age has come to visit Little Jade Capital! " Qingyou Shanren was greatly shaken.
Not daring to be negligent, he quickly struck the bronze bell. Its sound was long and melodious; from each immortal mountain in Little Jade Capital, elders of Daoist bone and immortal bearing emerged and came flying over, trailing wisps of immortal qi, to gather at Qingyou Shanren's side. The crowd looked toward the mirror sky and saw a dark, black seal flying over from it, raising ripples all along its path.
Qingyou Shanren shook out his sleeves, as if to shake off dust — but Little Jade Capital was, after all, an immortal holy land. Where would there be any dust?
Qingyou Shanren stepped forward, raising both hands above his head. The black seal, plain and unadorned, fell into his hands.
He stepped back and lowered his hands; the other old immortals of Little Jade Capital crowded forward to look, their faces solemn. "The Human Emperor Seal! The Human Emperor graces us with his presence — welcome! " The words had barely fallen when a big-bellied dragon qilin came treading cautiously across the mirror sky, its belly dragging along the surface of the water mirror and sending out ring after ring of ripples.
A lovely little girl, cute as ice and snow, lay by the dragon qilin's ear and whispered, "Dragon Fatty, suck in your belly.
" The dragon qilin hoisted its belly up a bit, raised its head and puffed out its chest, striding like a dragon and pacing like a tiger — but before it had gone far, its belly lost control again and thudded onto the water mirror.