"The sun stood three poles high, yet I slept alone. Who was an immortal? I was an immortal."
The leisurely chant rang out, accompanied by Yun Shuo's childish laughter.
Stealing half a day of leisure from his fleeting life, Yun Qing gazed up at the billowing Sea of Clouds. Immortal breezes drifted gently past, and these tender, unhurried hours flowed slowly through his fingers as he thought:
Once the larger affairs are settled, I must give those two fluffy little ones a good petting. Hmm, I wonder how Puppy Snake's cultivation is coming along. Stroking that little snake's cool scales would be a fine way to pass the time, too.
"Ahh." With not a single little creature left in his zoo, Eldest Young Master Yun sighed toward the heavens.
After their lake excursion, Yun Yao took them to several other distinctive sights in Cloud Dream Marsh.
One was the famous Cloud Dream Flower Tree.
This acquired spiritual tree had been planted by an ancestor of the Yun Clan and had now just reached the fragrant age of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. Its branches spread like rolling clouds of cotton, layer upon layer of pink-and-white blossoms adorning its luxuriant limbs. Thousands of translucent cloud bells hung from the branch tips, releasing soft wisps of mist whenever they swayed in the breeze.
These cloud bells had been refined from flowing cloud essence, each containing a tiny sound domain of its own. Throughout the Ten Thousand Ages, Yun Clan Members and mighty figures from across the heavens who were on friendly terms with the clan had left their marks here.
Some cultivators sealed prayers for their Dao Paths inside the bells; some sword cultivators casually sealed in their sword intent. Quite a few free-spirited souls even... ahem, stuffed curses inside,