Eastern coast.
Two streams of clear immortal light pierced through the boundless cloud sea, descending slowly and gracefully.
As the radiance faded, two figures stood in midair, landing atop a peak of the Qingcang Mountain Range.
They were Chen Hua and Yuan Hong.
Yuan Hong gazed at the familiar thousand peaks and valleys, layers of lush greenery, a seldom-felt sentiment surfacing in his eyes:
"Master, this is the land of my birth, Peach Blossom Mountain."
"I've wandered for decades, away from home for too long. I don't know how the younger generation of my tribe is faring now."
Chen Hua nodded gently, his eyes lightly sweeping over the entire mountain range.
The mountain ridges twisted like dragons, seemingly possessing the power to swallow the East Sea, lush with vegetation, brimming with spiritual qi, appearing ordinary yet hiding extraordinary potential.
