Immortal Items come both slowly and swiftly; as you wait, each day feels like an agonizing stretch, but when the day finally arrives, it hits you like a bolt from the blue, leaving you wondering if there's anything you missed in your preparation.
Early this morning, just as the first light of the sun brightened the window lattice, Zheng Fa was roused from sleep by a gentle trembling.
As he opened his eyes, he noticed the Immortal Item, which he had been holding close, quivering restlessly, as if ushering him to get up.
He took out the Immortal Item and before he could figure out what was causing its tumultuous mood, the Immortal Item flashed twice and actually disintegrated into dust.
From the dust, a golden talisman fell out and transformed into two streaks of flowing light that sprinkled onto Zheng Fa's calves.
Soft winds surged beneath his feet from thin air, lifting an unwashed-faced Zheng Fa upwards, rushing out of the room's door, and flying towards the sky.
