The sun hangs over the peak by day, the blue mountains flank the rushing stream.
Deep in the clouds, there's no way to know, realizing the Dao a thousand worries cease...
Qing Province—the Feng Clan, a return to an old home.
Compared to the past, Jiang Dali no longer rides upon a Demon Hawk, but arrives on a Demon Dragon, whose size and strength far surpass the Demon Hawk.
The inky body of the Demon Dragon passes through the vast sea of clouds like surging water, its long tail with sporadic bone spurs elegantly weaving between a few high peaks, spreading an aura of oppression and unease.
Not far away, at the foot of the mountain, a village built around a lake surrounded by ancient trees was filled with many Feng clansmen. In their hair were inserted colorful brilliant feathers, and their faces were smeared with red dye like flames, gathered around the Feng Family Patriarch in her brilliant feather robe, praying together as if conducting some ancient ritual.
