After everyone left, Mu Lan took Xing Yun's and Hu Meier's hands and wept with joy. Everyone was safe, and they were finally reunited. As for Mu Bai, she would let him go. Men ventured across the world with swords in hand; it had been so since ancient times.
At this, Red Dance objected. "Hasn't Brother Zeng Yuan always stayed by Sister Mu Lan's side? And doesn't my old yellow-feathered fellow always guard the house?"
"Sister Red Dance, I was too overbearing when I was young, and that was why my man never amounted to much. Don't follow my example. You have to let a man venture out into the world. Only then will he mature and grow strong as quickly as possible."
"Mu Lan is right..."
Zeng Yuan stood beside Mu Lan with an honest, good-natured air, agreeing with her words.
"But what if he starts chasing other women?"
"Uh, you mean Golden Roc? He probably wouldn't dare."
"He'd better not dare, or I'll..."
Red Dance pouted and mimed bringing a knife down, making Old Yellow Dog shudder. Everyone burst out laughing. Cheerful laughter rang out before the Thatched Cottage, and the snow on the branches loosened, melted, and fell to the ground. Spring had come.
They had come quickly and left in even greater haste. The people of the Qianyuan Sacred Land each summoned their rare bird or exotic beast mounts and followed close behind the Yinglong war chariot, racing toward the Venerable Domain with the speed of wind and lightning. They left a multicolored streak above the clouds that vanished in an instant as they sped urgently toward the Venerable Domain.
With the times in turmoil, Mu Lan and the others had grown weary of the struggle, and so had gone to gather in the Silver Frost