After leaving the unnamed lake, Zhao Yi and the Nine Dragon Jade Seal were in high spirits. They sang as they walked, their off-key notes causing many unknown birds to flap their wings and flee hastily.
'Master, I thought my singing was already bad, but yours is even worse.'
'Shut up, this is what they call a heavenly voice. I plan to hold a singing meetup in the New World.'
Zhao Yi's pleasant daydream was mocked by the Nine Dragon Jade Seal. As they bantered joyfully, a powerful force halted them in their tracks. Before their eyes stood a towering mountain, soaring into the clouds. The mountain was densely forested with trees, which were lush and vibrant with life force, and held many white bags.
'Master, isn't this Celestial Silkworm Mountain? But what are those white bags?'
The Nine Dragon Jade Seal's question almost made Zhao Yi collapse in surprise.
'If you don't know, can you stop making things up? It makes you seem uncultured! Obviously, those are the silkworms' houses!'
