Walking out of the stream area, only a dim light remained as they waded through a knee-high meadow.
The meadow was dotted with tiny flowers, and at its end stood an enormous dark red stone monument, as lustrous as blood jade. Behind it loomed a towering green hill.
Enveloped by the swirling mist before all this, there was a strange flowing presence, sometimes with a sense of void twisting, sometimes like someone exhaling, and at times seemed to transform into numerous fox shadows chasing in play.
Yin Luo cast a spell and transmitted to the blood-red stone monument, "Yin Luo greets Ancestor."
After speaking, he knelt on the grass to pay his respects.
A moment later, in the surrounding mist, a woman's giggling voice suddenly arose, then a joyful voice like silver bells rang out, "I told you if there's something, handle it yourselves. I don't have the leisure; no need to ask me."
Yin Luo replied respectfully, "Ancestor, if it weren't necessary, I wouldn't disturb you."
