Red clouds tumbled across the sky as a golden-red sun slowly sank into the boundary between the ocean and the heavens, covering the entire sea with a glittering sparkle as if strewn with dazzling gold dust.
Enveloped in clouds and mist all year round, hidden from view above the ocean, Penglai Immortal Mountain finally briefly lifted its Mountain Protection Array, allowing the setting sun to shine into the venue of the "Thousand Elders Banquet."
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Nine resounding chimes echoed and reverberated across the island.
They reminded Wang Yuan that in a few days, it would be the Chongyang Festival on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.
Should he perhaps burn some of his deceased father's favorite things, such as:
"Nine-Tailed Turtle," "Jade Beauty," "Jade Concubine's Love Story," "Yichun Fragrance"... and other such storybooks as a token of filial piety?
