Sunlight cast a golden-red hue over the drifting mist, and a formation of birds soared across as if sent from a distant horizon.
The bees could fly across, but humans couldn't—not even Tian Jizi.
However, moments later, Tian Jizi laughed and declared, "It's in that mountain right there, where the green hills face each other, a lone sail arrives from the sun's edge. This is Tianmen Mountain!" (Purely fictitious, do not confuse it with Li Bai's Tianmen Mountain!)
Seeing the shimmering glow, Tian Jizi felt a trace of unease. He calculated with his fingers, and suddenly his expression darkened as he shouted, "It's not good—the ritual has started."
...
The mountain paths are challenging, more difficult than ascending to the heavens.
You Jiang and his group guiding women and children up the mountain was not a rational decision.
But as Madam insisted, he had no choice.
