Three Mountains City, Zhuang Kingdom.
The still-charming Three Mountains City Lord, Dou Yuemei, stood in the air, holding a little chubby boy by the hand as she looked toward Feilai Peak in the distance.
The last famous mountain in Three Mountains City had been cleared away in the cleanest fashion imaginable—though not one anyone had expected. The shadow that had hung over the heads of Three Mountains City's people seemed to vanish without a trace after a single flash of starlight,
but a mountain before one's eyes could be leveled. What about the mountain in one's heart...?
"Mother." The little chubby boy asked curiously, "Where did it fly off to?"
Dou Yuemei didn't know the answer, of course. But she certainly couldn't show weakness in front of her son, so she said gravely, "Where it was meant to go."
"Where it was meant to go is..."
"Speaking of what's 'meant' to happen, shouldn't you be practicing your punches? Have you finished today's lessons?"
The little chubby boy suddenly cried, "Ow! The wind's blowing, and my head hurts. Mother, let's go down."
Dou Yuemei glared at him, but in the end she still took her precious son down, all the while unable to stop nagging him. "Your sister is out there, braving the elements and honing her Martial Dao. You have no idea how hard she works or how much she suffers. You have good food and drink every day at home, and you still won't apply yourself. And you're a boy, too! What do you want to do with yourself?"
The little chubby boy let all those words go in one ear and out the other. Aside from eating and sleeping, he didn't want to do anything. As the city gate tower drew closer, he wrinkled his nose. "Mother! Can