The Dragon Qilin, Yan ‘er, and the little earth count turned their heads and saw an old man dressed in plain clothes carrying a small iron bucket and staggering over. There was water in the small iron bucket and a willow branch.
The dragon qilin looked around in surprise. The twenty-eight heavens in the azure azure glazed sky were still there, still guarding this place. It was not easy to pass through this world’s number one treasure, the heavens!
But where did this old man come from?
The old man came to the cracked Big Black Peak, put down the small iron bucket, and took out the willow branch inside. He swept the water in the bucket and said breathlessly, “I’m old, why aren’t you helping me?”
