Outside Pan Gu world, deep in the Chaos…
Yu Yu sat on a cyan lotus hassock, with a transparent longsword put on his knees. He gently flicked his fingers on the sword and raised sharp, sonorous buzzing sounds. From time to time, he would raise his calabash and take a few sips of the wine, singing a folk song he learned from the human world with a bright voice, along with the buzz.
Po, Gui Ling, and the other few senior disciples stood behind him. Facing such a vigorous and unrestrained Shifu, Po and the other few senior disciples could only keep their eyes wide open, focusing on their younger brothers and sisters, who had been fighting against a group of Chaos monsters in a distance away while trying their best to avoid looking directly at Yu Yu.