Before long, May had arrived.
The daytime heat was oppressive, but thankfully, the early morning was cool and shrouded in a thick fog.
Wei Xianxing led Bai Mo down the mountain, passing through a forest of stone.
There was no need for any further admonitions; everything that needed to be said had been said over the past few days.
A stone platform appeared before them, and several figures could be seen indistinctly through the mist.
Bai Mo shook his robes, flicking away the beads of dew that had condensed on the fabric.
Wei Xianxing grinned.
"The fog's a bit thick today."
As the two of them stepped onto the stone platform, they saw Shui Ziming standing there, calm and still.
A massive Spirit Beast squatted on the ground, its wings folded.
A cultivator from Beast Taming Peak with the surname Mo was tending to it nearby. Liu Ji hadn't been able to come see them off.
He had gathered several people and gone out to capture the strange fish Bai Mo had mentioned.
