It was like a frightening laughter that, if you listened to it long enough, sounded like weeping laced with indescribable sorrow.
Meng Hao stared silently at the Daoist priest sitting there on the statue, then closed his eyes. It was not a moment to disturb the man. He knew that the Daoist priest was now in his own world.
At dawn, the Daoist priest vanished, and then reappeared in front of Meng Hao, as muddle-headed and unreliable as ever.
When Meng Hao opened his eyes, he saw a lively and energetic Daoist priest standing there who didn't seem to have a care in the world. "Come, come, my little disciple, shout loudly with your Master. The Dao is in My Heart The Will is in My Eyes I Shall Possess the Mountains and Seas Seal the Heavens Incantation!"
