Nan Zhanbu Continent.
Lu Qingfeng rode upon the Yellow Wind, the Yellow Wind swirling around Lu Qingfeng, tumbling and rolling in a dizzying dance. Amidst the shifting scenes, he had already returned to familiar grounds.
Namely that—
Where caves invert, dong-dong cave reversal, mountainous caves invert dong.
The jade-like Qing Peak dyes the rise thousands of feet, while bluish-green yarn veils the smoky mounds countless heap.
It was indeed Yellow Wind Ridge.
Within the ridge was seen a great general—
A golden helmet dazzling the sun, golden armor aglow. Helmet tassels fluttering like pheasant tails, a light goose-yellow robe cloaks the armor. Lei Jia Tao loops a dragon's vibrant splendor, Heart Protecting Mirror encircles the eyes with radiance. Deer-skin boots, dyed the color of locust blossoms; brocaded apron, decorated with soft willow fluff. Grasping a three-pronged steel fork so sharp, he's second only to the famed display of Saintly prowess.
