Lan Xiaodie looked at the tall figure, momentarily seeing the illusion of the "hero with the world in his heart" spoken of by the Immortal Gods.
At the moment when their eyes met, she suddenly remembered Sun Wukong's last words in the illusion: "Hatred is like a spider's web, the more you entangle with it, the messier it becomes; justice is like a bright mirror, reflecting one's true heart." Cold sweat soaked through her sleeves in her palms, she heard her own hoarse voice trembling: "Hero Shi, this cup of tea is my apology as I..."
The mountain wind howled past, making the prayer flags outside the Holy Gu Cave rustle loudly.
A conversation crossing the bounds of hatred was silently rewriting the tumultuous scroll of Jianghu.
