The golden light faded, and their feet touched solid ground.
There was no dizzying spin; the scenery before them had already changed.
Si Chen steadied himself and looked up.
This was a forest.
It was very quiet.
Trees towered into the clouds, thick fallen leaves carpeted the ground, and hazy mountain silhouettes lay in the distance.
The spiritual energy was denser than outside, but not astonishingly so.
Red Bean flew off Si Chen's shoulder, circled a golden tree twice, and pecked its trunk with soft "tok, tok" sounds, then tilted its head, seemingly not very interested in the place.
The gray donkey lowered its head to sniff the golden leaves on the ground and likewise snorted disdainfully.
As soon as Zhou Yan entered, he began carefully examining every inch of ground and the veins of every leaf, muttering things like "three yards in the Xun position" and "seven feet in the Kan position," which no one else understood.
Song Chi... Song Chi took a bronze mirror out of his Storage Ring and was fixing his hair. The wind during the teleportation had been a little strong.
Luo Qingyin stood silently to one side, already used to it.
Just then...
Something dark and round suddenly came rolling out from behind a nearby tree with a rumbling tumble.
It rolled quite fast, gathering leaves all along the ground, and only stopped when it reached everyone's feet.
It was Black Mountain.
He was still in human form, but he had probably gotten dizzy from rolling and shook his head as he lay on the ground.
Then he scrambled up, golden leaves clinging all over his body and head.
Without even looking at his surroundings, he turned straight around and glared, eyes wide with fury, at Red Wind, who leisurely emerged after him:
**"Waaah!