Flowers fell and fluttered, their fragrance drifting for miles as butterflies danced and bees busied themselves... Such was Flower Mountain. No matter the month, this mountain never lacked the beautiful sight of drifting petals.
Walking through the richly fragrant sea of flowers, Red Cloud's lips curled slightly. "Come to think of it, my Fire Cloud Palace has such a place now as well..."
"Those flower trees were all planted by Butterfly Lady and her Butterfly Fairies, weren't they?"
Those butterflies who had followed Butterfly Lady back then had surely succeeded in taking Transformation Form by now.
In other words, Red Cloud's Fire Cloud Palace must now be filled with beautiful women.
Wu Chu laughed. "Seeing that expression on your face, old brother, it seems things between you and Butterfly Lady... When will you treat us to wedding wine? Hahaha..."
They said love was selfish. Now that Red Cloud had also drifted into the river of love, would it change his carefree nature?
If one had to say it, Red Cloud and Butterfly Lady were the couple Wu Chu most wished to see together.
Fuxi and Nuwa, Di Jun and Changxi, even Eastern King Duke and Queen Mother of the West—they all had something of a destined-by-fate feeling about them.
Only Red Cloud's story had never appeared in the mythological history of the Primordial World.
If there was anyone in Primordial World mythology Wu Chu least wanted to see die, it was probably Red Cloud.
The greatest good man of the Primordial World should not have met that kind of ending!
Red Cloud coughed lightly and said with a helpless smile, "Brother A Chu truly is... To be honest, things between us still need some time. It is not that your elder brother is being coy or avoiding his own heart.