Wang Mu had passed Beast King Mountain many times, but this was his first actual visit.
Guided by two Horned Goat-Horned Little Demons wielding forked weapons, Wang Mu ascended the mountain. He was then led by a demon wearing a fox-head mask to the Three Saints Cave, where he met Piao Miaoxu.
He now appeared even more ancient, a flicker in his eyes like a long-lasting lamp illuminating the last vestiges of his life.
"Good, good, good!"
Piao Miaoxu recognized him at a glance, undisguised joy in her eyes. "You're not dead!"
"After I escaped, that Ascension Expert pursued you, Saint," Wang Mu said. "I was fortunate to survive, but that flame was extraordinary. I'm nearly spent now. I only came to see if you, Ancient Sage, had found a solution to our grave predicament and if your heart is at ease."
Piao Miaoxu sighed several times, her eyes reflecting his image, her thoughts unreadable.
