A silence hung high in the sky.
The Flowing Fire Suanni gazed quietly at the island below, while Du Yu and the others refrained from interrupting.
Through brief encounters, the group realized that the Saint of Flowing Fire often indulged in dazed reflection.
Whenever he looked at the flower-covered island, his heart was filled with deep emotions and he would lose himself in thought.
"Big Lion, are you okay?"
Little Fen Yang broke the silence, asking in a childish tone.
"I am not called Lion." The young man in red robes replied softly, still fixated on the brilliant island, "I am called Flowing Fire."
"Alright, Big Lion." Little Fen Yang also looked at the island, "Can I go on the island to see the flowers?"
"Hmm." Flowing Fire flapped his expansive wings, scattering stardust as he glided slowly toward the island.
It seemed that Flowing Fire was feeling nostalgic.
Even though he could see home and the grand sea of flowers at a glance.
