She sat blankly at the edge of the rocks, breathing in the scent of incense drifting from the burner.
After thinking it over, she got up and ran back to the main hall for three incense sticks, then skipped back to the huge boulder jutting out over the cliff. She took out a fire striker, puffed out her cheeks and blew it alight, carefully lit the three sticks, then fanned them with her little hand until the open flame went out.
Facing the incense burner, she faced the mountains and the sea of clouds.
Holding up the incense, she bowed three times with utmost solemnity—bowing to Heaven and Earth, bowing to the world.
The earth had nurtured all living things and was worthy of a true dragon's worship. The moment she finished bowing, she immediately sensed that the World Will was very pleased.
She looked up. The ancient incense burner by the cliff was too large and too tall. Bai Yujun turned around, looked at Fat Tiger, and tilted her head toward the burner, her eyes plainly spelling out three words: You know what to do. Fat Tiger reluctantly came over and lowered his massive head.
Bai Yujun climbed up, stepped on the tiger's head, and leaned forward. Grasping the edge of the incense burner with her right hand, she craned her neck around before finding the best spot and planting the three incense sticks with her left hand.
She sat down and slid to the ground along the tiger's enormous nose.
Looking up, she watched the curling incense smoke rise straight toward the heavens.
The inscription carved into the stone beside her was beautifully written, still in that lofty, ethereal style.
"Incense smoke congeals purple, gathering the spirit altar of the Three Realms..."
The mountain was pure and utterly