The army moves out, not a matter of one moment or one month.
Wei Yuan was not in a hurry. After arranging the military affairs, he found some oil papers and wrapped a few ham legs, then ascended to fly towards Taichu Palace.
Taichu Palace's Motoyama was still shrouded in mist, with Bishui clear and pure. From afar, the overlapping mountains appeared verdant, the sun sinking mid-mountain, it was dusk, the evening wheels brought smoke, creating green mist, broken red clouds scattered over water. Mountain shadows were deep, the valley mouth blew wind, carrying a rich immortal energy, fluttering towards Wei Yuan.
Once Wei Yuan entered the Mountain Gate, suddenly Heaven and Earth trembled, countless spirit birds and Immortal Beasts turned their heads simultaneously looking at Wei Yuan, with a tendency to stir.
