Li Xizhi descended the mountain but did not immediately seek out Yuan Fuyao. Instead, he took a slight detour and headed toward the tall pavilion, landing just outside the central grand hall.0

The grand hall rose eighteen steps above the platform, flanked on either side by stone statues of long-horned beasts. The roof was covered in bright yellow glazed tiles, with rainwater trickling down and dripping from the mouths of the statues, creating an atmosphere of solemnity.0

Li Chengliao had just finished tidying up and was descending the stairs. His face, though similar to his father Li Xicheng's in its composure, carried sharper features and a more assertive demeanor. Seeing Li Xizhi descend on a stream of light, his feathered robes glimmering with flowing rainbow light, he immediately cupped his fist and greeted him, "Chengliao...0