After settling the matter, Song Dayou took out a jade-green gourd, muttered incantations under his breath, and a lightning cloud flashed from the gourd, enveloping two Daoist children and a disciple, lifting them into the air. Swift as the wind, they returned to Mo Zhu Mountain.
Zheng Zetian was not afraid of heights. He opened his mouth wide, lay on the front of the thundercloud, gazing at the world outside the village with a face full of wonder.
The two Daoist children, however, showed no such interest. After all, the world had suffered drought for many years. Their journey to Mo Zhu Mountain was through barren wilderness, yellow earth, and white sand, with not a trace of green, truly nothing to see.
Though the two were not very old, they hailed from cultivation families, precocious and sensible. They naturally understood how significant the 'picked up from the Void Abyss' was, unable to resist inquiring,
