The setting sun shone its light down, which was crushed into golden spots of light, reflecting the mists into a faint golden color. The scene looked extremely mysterious.
This was a small house surrounded by plants. The spiritual Qi was rich, and the plants were verdant. Looking at the majestic mountains and rivers from afar, it was obvious that this was a good place to live in.
Although it was evening, the candles in the house had already been lit.
Ou Yangming held the staff and observed it carefully, not missing a single detail.
He transferred his golden mental power to the spirit beast's core at the top of the staff. Instantly, countless tadpole-like jumping runes appeared in his senses. When his right fingers gently tapped on the staff, the runes emitted a sense of joy. They surged toward the young fellow's fingers. Even the grey cracks that criss crossed into a net on the staff lit up.
