At the moment when Chen Xu re-entered the mural in the Great Li Kingdom.
On Xiao Feng Mountain, Mr. Zhou, who was sketching opposite the bamboo forest, suddenly paused his brush.
He looked up at the sky, with his right hand holding the brush in mid-air.
The Ugly Monkey, always beside him, suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up along with him.
The Ugly Monkey exclaimed, "Master, what's that commotion?"
What commotion?
The sky showed clouds billowing, a harsh sun half-hung, occasionally stirred by the autumn breeze, gathering and dispersing in clusters.
Those changing clouds seemed to be telling a marvelous story, or perhaps nothing at all.
After all, the ebb and flow of clouds have always been a common sight.
What commotion could it be?
In the eyes of an ordinary person, the current sky appears only ordinary.
But at this moment, the Ugly Monkey faced Mr. Zhou.
Mr. Zhou's tone carried a slight sigh, "He's back."
Who is back?
Naturally, it's Chen Xu!
