In front of a magnificent monastery in the primitive plane of existence, smoke from burning incense rose in spirals.
On top of the praying mat in the middle of the temple sat a cool and handsome monk. He was holding a strand of bodhi beads in his hand and reciting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed.
All of a sudden, a chilly wind whooshed in the temple and a red skeleton appeared in front of the monk. Then it knelt on one knee to report, "Great Master Fan Yin, our spy in Canglan Continent has sent a message back, saying that there's been a lot of activity happening recently in the Celestial Palace. It may soon find its way to you here."
"Are there any rumors about the Demonic Blood Flower in Canglan Continent?" Fan Yin opened his eyes and a glint of profound serenity flashed in his eyes.
"The Celestial Palace has kept the news pretty tight. There are currently no rumors of the Demonic Blood Flower in Canglan Continent," the red skeleton clattered.