The two busied themselves again, refining a Fire-Walking Cloud for Muling Daoist Boy as well.
Jiang Yan handled all the preliminary steps, only switching to Muling for the final infusion of Law Power.
Once the refining was complete, Jiang Yan frowned at the black silk cloth in Muling Daoist Boy's hands.
This must have happened because Muling had accidentally added a little too much volcanic smoke earlier.
Oh well. He would be using it himself anyway. A black cloud it was, then.
The two went into the courtyard, where Muling also transformed his cloud into a form that could carry him.
A black cloud floated above the little courtyard, dark red patterns tracing its surface.
At a glance, it looked like bloodshed lurking in the darkness.
This cloud...
Jiang Yan watched Muling Daoist Boy step onto the cloud with great enthusiasm.
Muling already favored black Daoist robes. Now he stood on the cloud with his round belly sticking out.
Looking at the smile on his face, Jiang Yan almost seemed to see the Black Gu Daoist of old.
He raised a hand and released his own auspicious cloud, bringing it to a halt beside Muling.
On one side, pale red shimmered with red gold, like sunset clouds plucked from the sky.
On the other, the cloud was pitch-black throughout, tinged with dull grayish red.
An ordinary Fire-Walking Cloud did not actually look like this. It should have been scarlet with dark patterns.
Muling only had his own bad luck to blame for this one; he had added too much volcanic smoke himself.
Muling Daoist Boy, however, did not care.
He liked it very much instead, standing on the cloud and looking this way and that, still unable to get enough.
He hurriedly said a word to Jiang Yan, then left