Tutu naturally saw that leaf fall too, but her annoying Eldest Senior Brother simply wouldn't let her look. What on earth was it!
Eldest Senior Brother was so mean!
Tutu puffed her little cheeks into a bun and bit Ouyang's arm, but she was afraid of hurting her Eldest Senior Brother, so she only held it lightly between her teeth.
Still, if Eldest Senior Brother wouldn't let her look, he must have his reasons. Fine, she wouldn't look. It wasn't as if she wanted to see it that badly.
Back in Ouyang's arms, Little Fox was already over the moon. Whoever wanted to look could look. Tutu, for one, had no time!
The enormous scroll depicted blue skies, white clouds, green grass, and towering mountains.
It looked like somewhere near Green Mound Mountain, which had still been called Tu Mountain back then.
Dressed in plain clothes, Tu Yun held the young Hu Yun's hand as they strolled slowly across the grass.
A breeze swept across the grass, stirring waves like ripples. The two walked very slowly. Hu Yun was happy, smiling without a care in the world, while Tu Yun wore a grave expression, as though something weighed on her mind.
When they reached the edge of the grassland, a daoist in gray robes stood quietly there. Behind him stretched an endless desert!
The barren desert stopped at the daoist's feet, forming a stark contrast with the lush green grass before him.
As Ouyang watched the scene on the scroll, he understood.
What this scroll depicted was probably the day Hu Yun had been taken away by that Grand Ancestor, who possessed the same power as Ouyang.
From that day onward, Hu Yun had left Tu Mountain, leaving behind the beginner village he had entered after transmigrating, and set out