A flying vehicle tore through the sky and descended into West Mountain City.
When the vehicle opened, monks from Central City disembarked. Looking towards West Mountain City, their faces showed a mix of solemnity and excitement.
Wang Shouxuan advanced to meet them and said, "Everyone, welcome home."
Leading them, Lan Chengzong approached Wang Shouxuan and opened his arms to embrace him.
Wang Shouxuan patted his back vigorously, excitedly asking, "Why did you come back?"
Lan Chengzong replied, "How could I hide away when West Mountain City is facing life and death? Don't worry, I've handed over all my duties in Central City to Little Song; he's doing very well."
Wang Shouxuan sighed, "Is there still no news from the Heavenly Court?"
Lan Chengzong shook his head, saying, "Who knows what those immortals are thinking? Clearly, the best strategy is to fight the Heavenly Demon together with us. Alas, we have to rely on ourselves."
