The High Elder Atal of Wusa Temple had once said this to Zheng Qing: "The closer you are to the sky, the closer you are to reality. So if you climb the highest mountain, you can return to the real world."
Zheng Qing had now climbed to the summit of Kela Mountain.
But he had also realized another fact—the distance to the sky was not entirely proportional to the distance to reality. Sometimes, the closer one was to the sky, the farther one seemed to be from the truth; the more carefully one observed, the more one could not see clearly.
Just like Zhu Si.
A new talisman bullet charged in the magazine. Zheng Qing slowly let out a breath and opened his eyes. He still did not pay attention to how much damage that previous shot had dealt to Kela Mountain. He merely swept his gaze over the area, confirmed that the Hounds of Tindalos had been driven from this world, then looked away.
Then he turned his attention to Zhu Si, who was riding Maodou.
Perhaps because it had drunk too much Mushroom Soup, Maodou had grown much larger. A girl of seven or eight riding on its back no longer looked out of place.
At that moment, it wagged its tail, happily stuck out its tongue, and let out low meowing sounds from its throat as it sought praise from its master.
Zheng Qing perfunctorily gave it a thumbs-up.
"Who are you?" The wizard did not beat around the bush or probe cautiously. He addressed the Little Witch riding Doggy directly. He held his talisman gun, its gun muzzle slightly lowered, yet vaguely aimed at Zhu Si and Nikita Zhou.
Maodou uneasily pawed at the dirt beneath its claws, its eyes full of anxiety and confusion. It