The Real Person had been a herdsman with the Bull Demon King, guiding the oxen down the mountain to the stone gate, and it had been a year since then.
The Real Person rode a deer alongside the Bull King, heading east, exiting the boundaries of the Han Dynasty in the Yanfu World and entering a small country.
At this time, it was the season of spring thaw, and one could see the soft hoofprints of the jade-colored deer on the grass, the willows swaying like golden threads glistening with dew, the peach and apricot trees in full bloom competing for beauty, and the vines winding along the path, exuding vitality.
Jiang Yuan rode the deer to enjoy the scenery, with the Bull King leading the way.
As they traveled, the Bull King asked, “My lord, a year ago, when we visited that monkey head, did you say that monkey head could understand?”
Jiang Yuan turned back, pointed at the Bull King, and laughed, “You silly bull, how far do you think we are from the Five Elements Mountain? Why do you ask me this now?”
The Bull King chuckled, “My lord does not know, but after traveling thousands of miles, with various experiences, my heart has gained some clarity, hence I ask again.”