Not far off in the sky, three to five immortal cranes flew leisurely past in a V formation.
Their outspread wings were two or three zhang wide, and the edges of their flight feathers glimmered with a faint golden light.
Each beat of their wings was soundless, leaving only white trails in the air that slowly faded away.
Several young men and women sat upon the cranes' backs, chatting and laughing as their robes fluttered in the wind. They were clearly core disciples of the Wei Family, riding cranes for pleasure.
A great roc covered in golden feathers swept past from the higher reaches of the Sky Vault. Its wings blotted out the sky and sun, and the shadow it cast covered nearly half the Wei Family.
It let out a clear cry that pierced the clouds and soared straight into the Ninth Heaven.
That cry paused the Azure Flood Dragon's snoring for a moment. The Flood Dragon lazily lifted one eyelid and glanced at the sky before closing it again and resuming its snores.
In the ground-level corridors, several Three-Legged Golden Toads hopped through the flower bushes.
Coin-shaped markings grew naturally upon their backs. With every hop, their backs gave off a jingling sound, truly like copper coins striking one another—crisp and pleasing to the ear.
Palm-sized jade bees buzzed through the flower bushes, their stingers crystal-clear. The honey they brewed was said to be quite effective even for quasi-Saints.
At the more distant Martial Arts Arena, a crimson Fire Qilin lay on the ground, dozing.
It was larger than a house, its mane gently drifting in the breeze. Tiny flames burned at the tips of its mane, roasting the surrounding air until it faintly warped.
Several young Wei Family disciples sat meditating beside the Fire Qilin, using the