In the woods.
"At first sight of the princess, the imperial arrow stolen, I couldn't help but feel joy in my heart, standing at the palace gates, calling~ Little Fan~~~"
Singing a little tune, Jin Xu startled countless flying birds.
He was carrying two packs of pastries, walking on the mountain path of Little Platform Mountain.
Though he owned a storage magical item, the little Taoist preferred to carry them in his hand, feeling it gave him a better sense of connection.
On both sides of the mountain path were unnamed wild trees, their branches laden with small pink fruits that, from a distance, looked like tiny pink pearls, quite beautiful indeed.
Beneath the trees, a jumble of weeds grew unchecked, swaying with the breeze, within which a fat wild wolf wriggled out.
Seeing the fat wolf, the little Taoist knew that Little White and the others had returned. He reached out to pat the wolf that had come up to him for attention, and quickened his pace toward Xuanxu Temple.
