Taking the Red Cloud
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Where is that cocky red cloud?" Han Sen brought Bao'er to the peak and waited there for three hours, but he had yet to see it. Bao'er was playing with a cloud beast that resembled a fat pig.
Suddenly, a red mist appeared from the sea of clouds and headed their way. Before the red cloud reached the peak, it saw Han Sen. It recognized him, too. It flew around in the sky, with contrails spelling out words.
Idiot, you are back.
Han Sen's eye twitched. He cast the Blood-Pulse Sutra and summoned both pairs of dragon wings. He flapped them and flew off towards the red cloud.
The red cloud moved quickly, and before Han Sen could swing his Ghost Teeth Knife, the red cloud was already gone.
It didn't fly far, though. It flew like a bee, and it spelled words in its wake.
Idiot, come and get me.
Han Sen flapped his wings and chased the red cloud. Just when he caught up, the red cloud could speed up and re-establish a distance.