Two birds cleaved through clouds in the clear sky, bringing forth poetic inspirations to the azure heights.
In the melodious sound of Qing Yu's clear singing, Qing Yu once again saw the towering peaks reaching into the clouds like seven heaven pillars.
Five days later, after finishing some trivial matters, Qing Yu and Xuanzhen flew back to Zhenwu Sect on a White Phoenix.
With Xuanzhen leading the way, the two large white birds passed through the aerial defense circle of the Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation and glided down to Su Nu Peak.
"Master!"
The landing of the two birds startled many. Among them, the most delighted was the little Daoist nun, Qingling.
She ran over, cheering and leaping, and crashed into Xuanzhen's arms like a swallow returning to the nest.
"Senior Sister Xuanzhen," followed a middle-aged female crown, who greeted Xuanzhen with a bow.
"Junior Sister Xuan Yun, you have worked hard during this period," Xuanzhen said warmly.
