A hundred feet away, the cave house clings to the emerald mountainside, where the early spring begins to recede as mud swallows fly.
In a blink of an eye, more than a month passes swiftly like a fleeting shadow.
Outside Chen Dengming's cave house, the breeze is mild and soothing, the green trees are shrouded in mist, and many white and purple lilacs on the hillside sway gracefully in the wind, evoking an intoxicating sense of spring.
The Black Cloud Leopard, drooling and snoring in deep sleep, looks absolutely relaxed. Its two huge wings folded back, protruding like a saddle. Its spiritual might, accompanied by an overwhelming aura of evil and terrorizing anyone who dares to come close. If one could overlook its slightly stout physique, it would appear extremely fierce.
