The journey to the Great Burden Monastery was long, but Lin Mu didn't intend to rush.
With the world so vast and rich, it would be a shame not to appreciate its splendor.
Thus, the group made several stops along the way, visiting scenic regions that dotted the continent like hidden jewels.
Their first detour brought them to the Cinnabar Cloud Ridge, a series of red-tinged mountains that shimmered under sunlight as if dipped in molten gold.
From the back of Little Shrubby, the trio soared over valleys bursting with wildflowers and forests that hummed with spiritual energy. Spirit beasts roamed freely here, many of them harmless and curious.
Meng Bai, despite having seen such wonders with Lin Mu before, was still taken aback by the beauty.
"I feel like I'm in a painting," he said, arms spread wide as the wind tousled his robes. "A grand, majestic painting where I'm clearly the dashing protagonist!"
"You'd be the extra who trips and falls into a river," Ashy quipped.
