"Why don't we ask Fellow Daoist Wenren?"
Ning Xunqiu had a thought.
He left Cyan Mountain Heaven and Earth and returned to the small courtyard on Purple Bamboo Mountain.
"Coo, coo, coo."
Just then, a red Spirit Dove flew down from the tree, landing on Ning Xunqiu's shoulder and making a sound.
"Purple Bamboo Mountain meeting? Bailing is back?"
Ning Xunqiu's heart stirred.
"The Cyan Pine Pill finally has a lead."
Purple Bamboo Mountain meeting.
On a protruding rock bluff on the mountainside, there grows a thousand-year-old tree.
Under the tree is a stone table and several stone stools, with a pot of tea and a few teacups set on top.
Wenren Hong and Panda Kongmingzi were boiling tea and chatting leisurely, while nearby, a monkey squatted on a stone stool, bored, munching on peaches and fruits.
Ning Xunqiu arrived dressed in a cyan robe, controlling the air, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Wenren, Fellow Daoist Kongmingzi, Little Monkey."
