The sky vaulted high above, a sheer azure expanse.
The clouds were ever-shifting, dazzling to the eye. Sometimes they took the form of a white dragon, at times a black rabbit, at other times a Qing Que...
Below them, the Nine-headed Dragon Beast roared and soared, pulling the Bronze Ancient War Chariot ever higher, piercing through layer upon layer of extraordinary clouds. Beneath the Nine-headed Dragon Beast, layers of divine radiance seemed to spread, forming a path to the heavens and aiding its ascent.
At this moment, at the head of the Bronze Ancient War Chariot, Hong Yuan and Ye Zhuyin stood side by side, conversing.
"Yuan, Yaoqin is a good kid..."
"Do you know? On my birthday, she actually went to the temple to pray for me..."
"When I failed to compete against Wuxi for the position of True Transmission of Subtle Music, she would come over to hug me and coax me into happiness..."
