The Little Mirror

Zhang Xiaohua called Huanhuan over from beside a tree, floated onto its back, and slowly made his way down Fuqiu Peak. When they reached a densely wooded area, he released his divine sense and listened carefully. After confirming that no one was nearby, he patted Huanhuan's horn and veered off the mountain path into the grass and trees.

Zhang Xiaohua climbed down from the Four Unlike and stroked Huanhuan's forehead. Whether it understood or not, he merely muttered, "Huanhuan, stay here. I'm going up to take a look. I'll be back soon."

Huanhuan seemed to understand. It walked beneath a tree, lowered its head, and began nibbling grass.

Zhang Xiaohua looked toward the distant courtyard and smiled. "Senior Brother Jia, your little brother has come back again. But I'm not here to find you. Heh heh, I reckon this treasure is something you wouldn't think of even if you racked your brains dry!"

As he spoke, he twisted his body, formed a hand seal, and headed straight for the summit of Fuqiu Peak.

Needless to say, after obtaining three fine items, this fellow was still thinking about the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace that might or might not exist atop Fuqiu Peak!

Yet when Zhang Xiaohua tunneled to the summit of Fuqiu Peak, he froze on the spot.

Before Zhang Xiaohua's eyes, the summit of Fuqiu Peak was neither like Tianmu Peak, where herbs were planted, nor like Baiyue Peak, with its prison cells, nor like the barren wasteland of Shixin Peak. This... this place was actually filled with a vast expanse of magnificent courtyards.

"What the devil is this?" Zhang Xiaohua could not help asking curiously.

The scenery atop Fuqiu Peak was no match for Shixin Peak's. The trees were sparse, and apart from the level ground where the