The young disciple nodded as if he understood, then asked, "What kind of person is a good person?"
Su Han took off the Bodhi Bead and slipped it around the young disciple's slender wrist. It was a size too large and dangled loosely. The young disciple raised his hand in fascination and turned it this way and that, watching the bead gleam amber in the sunlight.
Su Han turned his gaze out the window. The peach blossoms on the Back Mountain had bloomed, spreading in a sea of pink and white. At the slightest breeze, petals carpeted the ground. Cooking smoke curled up in the distance, from the village at the foot of the mountain preparing its meals. He could smell the food, mingled with the sweetness of peach blossoms and the damp scent of earth. The Human Realm was truly wonderful, he thought. There were people cooking, flowers blooming, children laughing, and light shining in everyone's heart.
"Be someone with light in your heart," Su Han told the young disciple. "No matter what happens, keep something warm inside you. That is enough."
The young disciple tilted his head and looked at the swaying Bodhi Bead on his wrist. Then he suddenly grinned. "Then I have light in my heart too!"
Three months had already passed.
The evil things had vanished, the rifts had closed, and the lingering foul aura had been scattered again and again by the spring wind. The cultivators withdrew from their respective lines of defense, and red silk was hung before the gates of the High Heaven Immortal Sect. The Sect Master declared that a grand victory banquet would be held on Grain Rain Day to reward all disciples who had participated in the battle. Su Han neither objected nor showed much enthusiasm. He merely