Soon, the Phoenix Bird landed in Yang Valley and once again took the form of the red-feathered woman.
Song Yan and the others landed as well.
When Idle-Fishing Boy's feet touched the ground, he found the soil here incredibly soft, making no sound beneath his steps.
Song Yan instinctively looked around.
Yang Valley was far more spacious than he had imagined.
Several jagged rocky ridges jutted out at angles by the valley entrance.
Farther inside, the terrain opened up instead.
Many ancient trees whose names he did not know grew on the cliffs on either side.
As Song Yan breathed, he felt the valley brimming with Spiritual Qi, yet it was entirely different from that of Heavenly Capital, carrying a faint warmth.
Phoenix glanced back and said quietly, "A senior is cultivating in seclusion here in Yang Valley. Do not wander about."
With that, she walked ahead.
Song Yan and the others followed slowly behind her.
Finding himself in unfamiliar surroundings, Idle-Fishing Boy perhaps felt a little uneasy, and instinctively took the small bronze disc
out.
This time, however, the little bronze arrow seemed even more unstable, spinning endlessly.
The needle whirled in circles, refusing to stop.
After they passed through a gorge, the view suddenly opened up.
Song Yan gazed into the distance and saw a familiar figure on a distant cliff.
With her back to them, that figure sat at the cliff's edge, seemingly staring east in a trance.
Beyond the cliff lay a vast chasm, its clouds churning.
The red-feathered woman stopped there.
Song Yan and the others continued forward.
"Granny!"
By now, Xiao He had thrown all the red-feathered woman's talk of a senior cultivating in seclusion to the back of her mind, and called out from afar.
The woman on the cliff turned at the