On top of its head, a violet blaze soared into the sky, like a crown tightly clinging to its head, burning endlessly, as if symbolizing the sovereignty of the Demon Realm.
When the Little Nian Beast was just born, the Year Beast Monarch often carried it to this cliff, then released its furry body onto the ground.
At those times, father and son would silently gaze at the ocean at the foot of the cliff, listening to the waves ebb and flow.
Whenever it was time to leave, the Little Nian Beast would point to the distant city and ask the Monarch, "Dad, why can't we live in those tall buildings like humans?"
The Year Beast Monarch would always respond with silence, only saying, "You're still young, there's no need to know about these things."
