On this day, the five-year-old Qi Le carried the heavenly spirit cat and rode on the White Tiger as he rushed out of the courtyard.
He passed through the forest and arrived at the medicinal garden.
He stopped in front of a flower that was as clear as jade.
"Little Yu'er, I've come to see you again," Qi Le stroked the flower and said.
This was the spiritual herb that Chu Xuan had enlightened.
Ever since Qi Le discovered it, he had become somewhat infatuated with it, sometimes squatting in front of it and talking to it as if it were a playmate.
Chu Xuan did not mind.
Qi Le was young, and was the only child in the valley. Normally, he would either play with the heavenly spirit cat or ride the White Tiger around the valley.
Talking to the spiritual herb was also an outlet for any of his concerns or frustrations.
