The mountain village below gradually became smaller. The air currents from high altitude swept over his body, lifted his hood, and his long hair fluttered in the air.

The flow of the wind is so clear and so intimate on the skin, body and mind that I never get tired of it no matter how many times I do it.

Loran Hill slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in the world of perception.

As the cornerstone of the throne of the gods, one of the four primordial elements, the Pillar of Wind, Loran Hill is the absolute master of the atmosphere and wind. Even though his strength is currently weakened and he cannot fully exert his power, sensing information in the atmosphere is still a simple matter.

She doesn't like overly complicated calculations and prefers simple and unpretentious plans.

Light blue magic light particles danced in the wind, spreading continuously into the distance on the white clouds, in the clear sky, and under the distant blue sky.

Under the command of this original being, the wind flows in all directions and keeps turning back, bringing information from ten, a hundred, or even a thousand miles away.

After a long time, the stunning girl opened her eyes, with a hint of pale blue light still lingering in them. Her emerald-like eyes looked towards a mountain in the north, and an ethereal and gentle voice rang out.

"It's right over there."

Afterwards, she pulled down the black hood behind her again and swooped down from the sky like a sharp sword, flying straight towards the misty mountains.

Chirp—

The two birds fell behind and made urgent calls, as if to say, "Fly slower, big bird in front."

An incense stick's time later, Loran Hill hovered over a mountain peak. The two birds behind her, protected by the girl, barely caught up, then slowly glided around her. Because the girl guided the air currents, they could hover for a long time even without flapping their wings.

The lair of the evil beast is in the crevice of the cliff of this snowy mountain. According to the girl's perception, it should be resting now.

Anyway, there is no one here, so it would be more convenient to fight with the Natural Sequence. After all, I am only at the Undead Sequence 3, which is not as good as the Natural Sequence 4, the girl thought to herself.

After making up her mind, Loranhill drew the wooden sword behind her. This time, she did not intend to engage in close combat with the sword directly, but instead learned the fighting method used by her old friend Professor Frosia.

The wooden sword in his hand was held upright in front of his eyebrows. As the magic power of the natural sequence poured in, green buds began to grow on the wooden sword, and then continued to extend up and down, gradually bending to form a tender green wooden bow. Peach blossoms were blooming on the bow, delicate and beautiful.

As his fingers brushed past, a few peach blossoms fell, shattered by the wind, turned into flying petals, and then gathered together again into pale white arrows and placed on the bow.

There was a pale pink flame burning quietly on the bow, like a bright peach blossom.

Then, circles of light that attract each other form on the bow, with the tail of the arrow at the center of the circle. When the arrow is pulled back, the bow trembles slightly, and these circles of light also separate, like springs, and the two ends of the largest circle of light are fixed to the bow.

Rays of light flashed on the arrows, and intricate patterns flowed on them.

When the power was fully accumulated, Loranhill released his fingers, and the burning powder flame arrow flashed in the air like a stream of light, directly sinking into the cliff and piercing through the mountain.

Frosia called this move the [Rose Bow] at the time, but unfortunately the girl used peach wood instead of rose, so let's call it the [Peach Bow].

Taken from "The peach tree is young and tender, and its flowers are bright and beautiful."