In the forest clearing, five children were resting beside a stream. The tallest of them, a boy, sat on a rock with a vine in his hand. He gazed deep into the mountain forest, his brows tightly furrowed.
A girl in shabby cloth clothes turned to look at the boy on the rock and asked, "Second Brother, how much farther do we have to go? Don't tell me we're going to run into monsters in a bit."
The other three boys immediately echoed her. They were all already tired from walking and wanted to go home for dinner.
The boy they called Second Brother was named Yi Xiaoqiang. He glared at his companions and said, "What monsters? We're here to seek immortals. If the heart is sincere, it will move the spirits. What are you all so anxious for? How far have we even walked? Tang Sanzang had to walk a hundred and eight thousand li to fetch the scriptures!"
The moment he said this, the three boys grew even more mournful.
"But even if you're Tang Sanzang, we're not Sun Wukong or Zhu Bajie."
"Yeah, I'm so hungry."
"Second Brother, can you bring more flatbread next time we come out?"
Yi Xiaoqiang was furious. He hopped down from the rock and was just about to lecture his companions when his gaze was drawn to the scene ahead. His eyes widened, and he froze on the spot.
The cloth-clad girl turned her head to look as well, and likewise stood there in a daze.
Seeing the two of them react like this, the other three also turned to look. Following their gazes, they saw a handsome man in white walking out from beneath the shade of the trees. A precious sword hung at his waist, and an exquisite crown adorned