Upon the vast expanse of the Ten Thousand River Mountains, a pile of stones had already been assembled beside Jade Mountain. It was only that Wei Yuan hadn't yet decided whether to mold a cauldron or a bell, or perhaps something else entirely. If there was an opportunity, Wei Yuan thought he should visit the Ten Thousand Forms Hall once more to seek inspiration, and also to see if that old Daoist who sweeps the floors was still around.
By the time Wei Yuan returned to Lanshen Palace, the sky had already brightened. He dismounted from his horse, retracting only three strands of Dao Qi Fortune, leaving one within the steed. The horse's height fell from three Zhang back to one Zhang, its breath merely somewhat feeble, but it did not collapse.
The first one to rush over was Xu Wenwu, who exclaimed, "Elder brother is mighty!"
