The walking on the dragon's road had turned into a pilgrimage as the disciples that Zhao Luo was leading, kept the first teaching, not only in their minds but also in their hearts.
'Nobody's complaining.'
Zhao Luo was happily leading them as it had been more than five hours since the last shoutings had started from among the disciples.
While walking on the dragon road, Zhao Luo had always looked ahead. Never once did he look back.
Their goal was to reach the end so how could he miss the end by losing his focus. But that was when Zhao Luo saw something weird.
'Hmm.'
Zhao Luo felt something missing.
The white endless road started to look like a polished one as he looked ahead. That was a surprising thing.
Zhao Luo looked down just to see the marks of shoes that the disciples who had passed before them had left behind.
"Other disciples must have walked over there too then why is it so shiny?"
