"Fine, let's just consider it a diversion and see what state the world is in now."
On the flagstones, an autumn rain falls, scattering petals on the ground.
The Taoist seeks to traverse the seasons, to observe the ways of the world, to visit people's homes~
The babbling brook winds through the mountains, carrying with it the shadow of the Taoist from within the vast ranges.
But beside the verdant mountains and clear waters are not the red bricks and green tiles, the home fires of villages; rather, it's filled with cries of fighting and killing.
Light cavalry dash before my eyes, their smoke of signal fires crossing a thousand miles apart.
It was only through combat that the Taoist came to understand that this was two mortal Families fighting mercilessly, cutting down generals and capturing flags, all to secure a chance for cultivation in the Heavenly Palace or Hell Mansion.
"How ruthless, seizing all the scriptures of the world, to rob the people of their chances."
