Lu Wu tapped the table again, and the beasts gradually left the scene. Pei Ye and Li Xizhou said their farewells, watching the silhouette of the Blue Bird disappear, leaving him alone in the Dream of Queen Mother of the West.
He followed the original path back towards Xi Tingxin, as the wind and snow from the Divine Mountain hit him in the face. For a moment, he mistakenly thought he had returned to the outside world. Yet without the burden of a physical body, the roaring blizzard also created a sense of tranquility.
But at this moment, he paused slightly. On the snow-covered ground beneath the stars ahead stood a quiet figure, with four hooves and wings—Ying Zhao.
Pei Ye smiled briefly and walked over, stopping beside this magnificent mythical creature.
It wasn't the first time—small talk after their banquet had ended.
