Eight Hundred Years Later!

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Zhou? Does the scenery of my Crimson Cloud Mountain meet your eye?"

Within the Savage Jungle, atop a majestic crimson mountain, the "Vermilion Bird Demon King," Zhu Zizhen, sat with Zhou Yang on a stone platform at the summit, sipping Spiritual Tea as they admired the endlessly varied and beautiful scenery below.

"It truly is a pure land, an immortal mountain—entirely unlike the Demon King cave abodes this junior has seen elsewhere."

Zhou Yang casually echoed Zhu Zizhen's words, but his gaze drifted, as though his mind was elsewhere.

Noticing this, Zhu Zizhen's expression tightened slightly. Narrowing her phoenix eyes, she said bluntly, "Fellow Daoist Zhou seems somewhat absent-minded. Could it be that you are dissatisfied with my hospitality?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yang immediately came back to himself and hurriedly waved his hands in explanation. "No, Senior Zhu has misunderstood. My distraction has nothing to do with you; I merely have something weighing on my mind."

"Oh? With Fellow Daoist Zhou's current cultivation, strength, and connections, is there still something you cannot resolve?"

A strange glint flashed through Zhu Zizhen's eyes, and her interest was piqued. Looking at him with open curiosity, she asked, "Would Fellow Daoist Zhou be willing to tell me?"

"It is not something that cannot be spoken of. Since Senior Zhu also cultivates in the Savage Jungle, you may perhaps be able to offer this junior some guidance."

As Zhou Yang spoke, he recounted in full the circumstances behind his escorting Jiang Fengxian and her daughter to the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, as well as the circumstances behind the mother and daughter's disappearance.

After learning the full details from Qing Lan, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, he had concluded that his current cultivation and strength were insufficient to