"Alright." Luo Binghe is unbothered; he's curious about Sagramore's world, but he understands the sentiment. There is no need to change their setting, but he's enjoying showing off, so he takes them to a ridge overlooking Jue Di Gorge. A river runs through the valley below, flanked by trees in the first flush of autumn, red and yellow licking at the edges of their foliage like flames. Birds of prey circle in the clear sky. Instead of a cushion, Luo Binghe now reclines on a grassy hillock. "Have you been well? Much has happened in recent days."