Yingsu Flowers swayed in the wind. Ming Jing stood silently before the dazzling sea of flowers, while Konan stood beside him, quietly watching it as well.
"Konan, do you know? This is the first time in my life I've ever been this close to Yingsu Flowers!" As he spoke, Ming Jing reached out and touched a snow-white Yingsu Flower before him. "I've seen them in many books and in all kinds of films and television shows."
Konan looked at Ming Jing and said with an unreadable expression, "You seem very afraid of this..."
"Yeah, I really am." Ming Jing nodded. Konan felt as though his gaze had crossed through time and space, seeing another world. "Konan, in the distant east, there was a powerful nation with the largest population in the world, vast territory, and countless heroes. Its rulers called themselves the Son of Heaven, and its people were warm and confident. With the beauty of its attire, it was called Hua. With the grandeur of its rites, it was called Xia. That was Huaxia, whose flame had been passed down endlessly through the generations. Such a great people had nearly been destroyed by Opium Tablets. This world may seem powerful, but in truth... it's terribly fragile."
"If you knew Pain's strength, you might not say that." Konan frowned. In her eyes, Nagato himself might have been fragile, but the power of the Six Paths of Pain was absolutely beyond Ming Jing's imagination.
Seeing Konan's serious expression, Ming Jing suddenly laughed. This girl was actually pretty adorable!
"What are you laughing at?" Konan was a little displeased. She felt as though she had suddenly become an idiot in Ming Jing's eyes.
"From the Sage of Six Paths until now, after all this time, has this world ever produced a sage?"