The Beginning of Summer.
The Dipper pointed southeast, marking the Beginning of Summer.
By this time, all things had grown, hence the name, the Beginning of Summer.
"Junior sister, look at these magnificent rivers and mountains!"
In a cloudless sky, a male and female cultivator flew on their swords.
He was talented, she was beautiful, and the male cultivator gently held her slender waist.
A cool breeze brushed past. It could hardly have been more pleasant.
Clearly, the female cultivator had only recently learned to fly and was still somewhat unpracticed.
Her body swayed, and several times she nearly fell.
Fortunately, the male cultivator was beside her.
Other cultivators flew past from time to time, invariably turning to look at the handsome man and beautiful woman.
The male cultivator smiled smugly, his junior sister's fragrance lingering around his nose.
Was there anyone in this world happier than he was?
"Moo, moo, moo!!"
Huh?
The male cultivator suddenly froze. A cow mooing?
He thought he must have misheard. How could there be a cow mooing in midair?
Just then, a figure suddenly flew toward them from afar.
"The mountain roads here have eighteen bends, the waterways here form nine linked rings..."
A man in blue robes came flying on a sword, his robes fluttering, his singing drifting through the air.
There was nothing strange about that. What left people speechless was that this fellow actually had an ox on his back.
What... what kind of getup was this!?
The male cultivator stared wide-eyed. Even with all he had seen and experienced, he was truly astonished.
Cultivators keeping spirit beasts was nothing unusual, but he had never seen anyone flying with their own spirit beast on their back.
"Moo, moo~"
Slower, slower.
"Old Ox, stop squirming."
"Moo!!"
The man and ox swiftly