Deep into the night at Shu Mountain, a sudden burst of heavenly fire illuminated the sky, creating a purple-gold mushroom cloud above Silver Sword Peak.
The Jiuli Divine Beast, Chu Liang, hugged his little bamboo and shivered, unsure where such intense fire had come from. He could only curl up into a ball and bury his face within it, as if by doing so, no one could find him.
The Golden Fur Beast lay on the ground, its large eyes wildly spinning, as if pondering whether it should fulfill its duty as a guardian beast. "Life, I desire; home, I also desire." But even if it were to risk its life to protect its home, could it really keep it safe? The limited wisdom in its head quickly arrived at an answer: obviously not.
