Beyond the Nine Heavens, in a place unknown.
A wisp of white cloud passed through the blue sky and sea of clouds like a fish swimming through the ocean. If anyone looked up, they would surely notice this cloud drifting freely, untouched by the wind.
Upon the cloud, the biting wind blew General Donkey's nose into a streaming mess. His two donkey ears flapped against the wind as he curled up in the cloud mass, shivering.
Everyone knew that immortals could ride clouds ten thousand miles in a day, roaming the North Sea by morning and Cangwu by dusk. They were Lords of the Clouds, carefree and unrestrained.
Yet who knew how bitterly cold it was at such heights!
When people looked up in envy and reverence as immortals rode away upon clouds,
the immortals in their eyes might well be standing atop the clouds, weeping into the wind with snot all over their faces.
Of course, Gao Xian did not have that problem.
Because he had brought a quilt.
The only one freezing was that poor donkey.
General Donkey discreetly shifted closer to the warm quilt and said cautiously,
"Master, it's far too cold in the sky, and the wind is so strong."
"Besides, everyone has already witnessed your dashing, handsome, peerless immortal bearing. Why don't we go down and travel on foot?"
Wrapped in his quilt, Immortal Kongchenzi handed over a cup.
The donkey understood the Great Immortal's meaning perfectly. A flame immediately rose beneath the cup, and before long steam drifted from it, carrying the fragrance of tea.
The immortal took a contented sip of hot tea. "Such trifling bearing—why would your master care about the opinions of mortals?"
"Cloud Lord comes and goes as he pleases. There is no need to cross mountains and rivers; he