As they swarmed up Yunlan Mountain, a red-haired youth was slowly strolling the streets at the foot of the mountain, his pace unhurried. Every so often, he would crane his neck to look ahead or stop to peruse the street vendors' stalls.
The clothes he wore, even a single button, could purchase the entire stall, yet he was still engrossed in fiddling with the trinkets on display.
At this moment, a crisp and resonant chirp suddenly echoed from the sky.
A red figure circled in the clouds overhead before descending straight down.
The youth glanced up, then naturally raised his arm. The red figure landed on his shoulder—it was a palm-sized fiery red bird with a note tied to its leg.
The youth untied the note with one hand, then slowly unfolded it.
