It was still that same mountain peak, sunlight shifting and hiding the traces in the rock crevices.
Mu Duo stood beneath the great tree, feeling the warm fragrance of grass and earth beneath her feet. Beside her, the giant butterfly slowly beat its wings, borrowing sunlight to dispel the lingering chill of lunar yin. It was listless and dispirited, drying one side before turning to dry the other, occasionally straightening its curled proboscis to sip the droplets clinging to its body.
She stared blankly for a long while.
"Ah..."
Mu Duo finally understood what the monkey had meant by being unable to help. It left her feeling stifled inside.
There was no use thinking too much. Improving her own cultivation was what mattered most. Sometimes, she truly envied Gan Wu and Old Hui Xian, whose Dao Hearts were firm and whose minds were tranquil. Old Hui Xian, especially, was the calmest of them all. Mu Duo decided to visit Bamboo Spring Temple, chat with old friends, and sample its simple tea and plain fare.
Sky Pillar Mountain offered many sights found nowhere else. She lost track of time, and before she knew it, the sun had tilted westward and sunk into the sea of clouds. Birds returned to their nests, dyeing the mountainside red, while rain clouds approached from afar.
The rain clouds looked ordinary, but though they could fool others, they could not fool Mu Duo.
There was an unfamiliar dragon aura within them, and its dragon might was far inferior to a certain white dragon's.
Even so, it was rare enough. At the very least, it was much stronger than a newly born flood dragon. After a moment's thought, Mu Duo guessed the other party's identity: one of the legendary Four Seas Dragon Kings, among the few remaining