"The Great Monarch has returned—!" A sudden screech resounded through the forest, shattering the long silence. The decibel level of the Divine Chicken Demons' speech was frighteningly piercing, but when it came to broadcasting news far and wide, no demon was more suited than them.
"Has Dad come back?" The Little Nian Beast lay alone on a tree branch, lost in thought. Upon hearing the communication from the Divine Chicken Demons, he curiously lifted his head and gazed toward the brightly lit forest.
Just then, a sudden morning breeze swept in from beyond the horizon, brushing over the treetops, causing the Little Nian Beast's purple-red mane to flutter.
Under the slowly brightening sky, countless lanterns swayed in the wind, spreading a warm radiance that looked like an orange-yellow tide from afar.
Nameless petals drifted over with the wind, and the air was filled with a faint hint of sandalwood scent, making the Little Nian Beast's nose twitch slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.
