The next day.
Liang Qu went to the Brocade Valley with his fellow apprentices.
Early winter.
The entire Mount Lu was especially desolate, the ancient trees, even though they were shedding leaves, were dark green, showing none of the bustling vitality of spring.
Only the Brocade Valley was an exception, with a stream cutting across it, gurgling and flowing. Upon entering, the climate noticeably warmed, and the valley was still full of colors, even boasting flowers that bloomed without withering, resplendent and dazzling.
The group tread on rocks, leaping down from the steep cliffs, and landed lightly at the bottom of the valley.
Roar, roar!
Strangers intruding.
The macaque monkeys scattered across the hills jumped up and down, shuttling between tree canopies, throwing sticks and stones at them.
In the midst, a few sprite monsters even hurled boulder-sized rocks, although they were not well aimed, landing in the stream and splashing up water several feet high.
Boom.
