It only took one day and one night for Irina’s group to return to the village.

Layers of lush thick mountain forests were right in front of them, and even though the greenery looked so piercing under the sunlight, they felt a cooling sensation.

The young lady riding on the peacock’s back looked pale, her lips dried and flaking. Her eyelids were droopy, but her eyes were bright and energetic. She lowered her head and patted the baby in her arms, saying softly, “An’an, be good, we’re back home.”

Before they reached the borders, Irina couldn’t wait to pat Alva’s back to get him to land.

Alva’s body declined and...