From the outside, Bagnamo Mountain was a sheer, towering peak. Its solitary summit pierced the clouds, which drifted ethereally around it, lending it an air of illusion and mystery.
From a distance, the entire mountain was divided into three distinct layers.
The bottom layer was a mass of dark green trees swaying in the wind. The middle was a layer of grayish-brown rock. Higher still, it was capped with brilliant white snow, creating a sharp contrast with the gray-brown stone below. From a distance, this Barbarian Holy Mountain looked like a great master wearing dark green trousers and a snow-white conical hat, standing bare-chested and proud between Heaven and Earth.
"Xiu!"
Zheng Xiu had only just flown a short distance when he heard Feng Bei's anxious call from behind.
He glanced back to see a figure moving like lightning, leaping across the treetops, hot on his heels.
Zheng Xiu slowed, descending into the forest to scoop Feng Bei up before taking to the air again.
