A month later.
White clouds drifted through the sky as a treasure ship whistled beneath the vault of heaven.
On the treasure ship, Su Yi sat before a table and, with sweeping strokes, wrote a calligraphic piece:
Rain cloak, wind hat—across the four seas, who knows me? How many times has a single sword crossed the sky!
Every character concealed its edge, ancient and unadorned in its natural grace.
The writing was the voice of the heart.
Over the past year of wandering the world, wherever he went, no one knew who he was, and he never asked about anyone else's rights and wrongs.
By now, Su Yi felt that his state of mind had completely settled. His understanding of his own Great Dao filled him with the sentiment: "I came to ask the Dao, with nothing more to say; clouds rest in the blue sky, water rests in the bottle."
An ancient saying went: To see a mountain as a mountain was to not know its true nature.
To see a mountain as not a mountain was to seek the essence of the mountain.
To see a mountain still as a mountain was to glimpse through the mountain's essence. Once one saw through it, understanding would dawn in the heart.
This was "I came to ask the Dao, with nothing more to say."
After gazing intently at the calligraphy for a long while, Su Yi smiled, slowly settled into a rattan chair, and closed his eyes to rest.
Not long ago, he had settled Luo Xuanji and Wen Ruoxue within the Great Beginning Ruins, leaving Heavenly Lord Zhou Ye to look after them.
Now, he had set out once more, bound for the Boundless Sea!
The Boundless Sea held many memories that Yi Dao Xuan could never return to.