[The next day.]
[Ao Bing brought Puppet Nezha along and followed Lu Tong to the next examination site.]
[In the distance, the roar of a waterfall could be heard, the mist filling the air with a slight, cool moisture. As they approached, a silver ribbon-like waterfall cascaded down the mountain cliff, spraying water everywhere.]
[By the pool at the waterfall's base, an old man with a white beard, wearing a cyan Daoist robe, sat cross-legged. Before him, a dozen untransformed little demons sat attentively, listening to the old man's explanation of the Dao of cultivation.]
[The old man's voice was gentle yet powerful, reverberating through the valley, creating an extraordinary sense of tranquility and harmony.]
[Ao Bing focused his gaze, scanning over the group of little demons, feeling a slight stir in his heart.]
