The three children had different temperaments, but they met at Mengzhi Garden all the same.
Nezha's lively enthusiasm, Sun Wukong's restless curiosity, and Jingwei's quiet kindness made for a strange but complementary mix.
Before long, they had gathered together, sharing amusing tales they had heard from their respective "elders," discussing where "treasure" might be hidden on Shouyang Mountain, and agreeing to go "exploring" together the next day.
Shouyang Mountain, a sacred ground bearing the Human Race's highest glory and wisdom, seemed to have been infused with an unprecedented liveliness and youthful spirit by the arrival of these three unusual children.
Amid the solemn cultivation and instruction, the clear sounds of children's laughter and chatter, along with their playful footsteps, began to echo.
Whenever the divine senses of the Three Sage Emperors—Fuxi, Shen Nong, and Xuanyuan—occasionally swept over Mengzhi Garden and caught sight of the three little heads huddled together, a knowing smile would appear on their stern faces.
Perhaps teaching these three endlessly promising, guileless little ones brought them more joy and hope than handling the complicated struggles of the Primordial Wilderness.
And just as Shouyang Mountain welcomed a new vitality,
Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain, another vital place in the Primordial Wilderness, had descended into a deeper stillness.
After seeing off the Witch Clan and Wu Zhen, Zhenyuanzi did not immediately attend to other matters. Instead, he stood alone in the courtyard.
Beneath the Four Symbols Plantain Tree, he gazed up at the Vast Sky, then down at the earth, his eyes distant. His fingers tapped absently on the Stone Table, as if calculating something, deducing something.
Ancestor Hong Yun carried his Wine Gourd, but, for once, did not drink deeply. Instead, he watched Zhenyuanzi pensively.
"Brother, ever since Sister Houtu brought the Witch Clan here to discuss the