"Gold, Silver, Copper, return to my body... ceaselessly,"
With gold on the left and silver on the right, the Mountain God staggered slowly forward. He resembled a monster that had just obtained a new body, stiff all over, limbs uncoordinated. Crane eyes, phoenix whiskers, his face kind and benevolent—but the silver on his gold face gave off an eerie and bizarre vibe. His gold and silver eyes brimmed with emptiness, as if waiting for something.
At this moment, the Bidiao released by Zhou Li suddenly froze midair, its astonished gaze fixed on the village that had slipped into stupor. The thick, solid light from the oil lamps streamed through the paper windows, illuminating every home in the dozens of households, making the entire village as dazzlingly bright as daylight, glorious and magnificent.
