Leaving the courtyard, Chen Yang rode his light and flew straight towards Danxia Peak.

The mountain breeze brushed against his face, bringing with it the fresh scent of grass and trees.

As the silhouette of Danxia Peak, shrouded in a faint herbal fragrance, appeared before him, Chen Yang's light involuntarily slowed down.

He stopped high in the air, his gaze sweeping over the stone steps leading to the peak, and memories of his last visit flooded his mind.