Li Xian fully recovered from his injuries, finally free of worries, and slept soundly through the night. He had a sweet sleep that night, and woke up the next day to the slanting sunlight. The world was bright and beautiful, unfurling before his eyes.
The sky was clear and the clouds were calm. In the distance, the sound of lake waves crashing, nearby, the sound of beasts foraging. Li Xian lay in the soft grass, reluctant to get up for a while. He quietly felt all things.
Serenity leading to vast horizons, without hatred or resentment. Only harmony and tranquility. Li Xian twisted his finger ring, a coolness permeating his body. He idly wasted half an hour before jumping into the pond for a full wash.
Li Xian's clothes were ruined, his naked form reflecting in the pond's mirror. His body was perfect, a rare work of nature's craftsmanship. Wen Caishang often liked to gently touch this Pure Yang Body, adding an invisible allure.
