The image ends here, with the Saint smiling radiantly, like a girl setting out on an outing under the bright sun. Such a simple and joyful smile that makes one unintentionally happy upon seeing it, even the most sullen and solitary person would feel an impulse to follow her.
Perhaps back in those days, she set out with her followers, traveling over mountains and rivers, and after a cacophony of noise would say childish things like "Traveling is so much fun." Meanwhile, the few literate apostles scratched their heads over their notes at the back, pondering on how to embellish the Saint's words to make them elegant and philosophical.
The purple mist slowly dissipated, and the sound leopard yawned, once again dozing off on the ground.
Yun Yinglang turned his head stiffly: "Can I just pretend I never heard any of this...?"
"It's okay, Ling will help you with a little sealing; no need to worry about leaks." Gongsun Ce reassured.
"No! Stop it! I don't want to touch that daffodil! Ah!"
