Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on a single vine. Wind and rain can't scare us, la la la la.
"Wah!"
As a piercing cry rang out and soared into the clouds, seven-colored divine light burst into the sky above the Xiao Clan's main residence, illuminating the entire valley. Within the dazzling, brilliant light, something seemed to be lush and green, winding and twisting, with a graceful shape. Faintly, there was also a seven-colored calabash mountain.
I once rode the Desolate Heaven Emperor.
I once offered guidance to the old Gourd Vine that served as the sacrificial spirit of the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
I once compiled the complete Classic of Mountains and Seas cookbook.
I once beat An Lan, hammered Yu Tuo, and pissed in the Immortal Refining Pot.
With his back to all living beings, he fishes alone through the ages, seated atop the Emperor's Coffin to suppress the ominous forces and the great terror beneath the abyss... all just to fish for you in the river of time.
