Ji An left Sunrise Peak, riding on an Auspicious Cloud heading west.
The setting sun cast its slanting rays as if welcoming him, distant mountains smiled, and under the evening glow, Flying Ships crossed like clouds of Talisman Birds.
The sound of birds calling their companions home reverberated faintly in the wind beside his ears, and the thousand-mile mountain ranges were peaceful and serene.
At this moment, drunk with the joy of spring, he felt that everything was beautiful.
About half an hour later, the Auspicious Cloud descended on Red Flame Peak, and Wei Songtao stepped forward, saying:
"Patriarch, Youyou remains motionless in the same posture today, could there be something amiss?"
The Cyan Deer had already become a Great Demon of the Chao Origin Stage, a time when it should be high-spirited, yet it lay stiff like a stone sculpture, which instinctively felt unsettling to him.
Ji An smiled and shook his head, "Don't bother with it, and besides, do not disturb it."
