The lingering light of winter stained the clouds crimson.
Atop No-Sword Peak, it seemed as if the Fire Cloud Immortals had descended, watching over the mortal realm.
The surging flames, as if tainted with the resentment of generations of peak masters, had transformed into a frenzied Fire Dragon that scorched the majestic steles of the ancestral tomb.
Within the stone steles, there seemed to be traces of the refined essence of past peak masters.
CRACKLE! POP!
The angry flames spared nothing around, instantly engulfing the lavishly decorated pigpen and the surrounding peach and plum trees!
Amid the crackling of the flames, hundreds of terrified Immortal Pigs scattered in all directions.
Alas, the pigpen Su Bei had built was too sturdy. The usually pampered Immortal Pigs, now amid a sea of flames, found themselves trapped, with no escape to the heavens or a path to the earth.
The air filled with the scent of roasting pork.
