Miracle (III)

Zhang Tie carried that ordinary-looking, dull gray tin water bottle and walked toward the distant battlefield beneath the backdrop of the Bloodfire Canopy.

Several thousand people outside were still kneeling on the ground. Including Aurora, everyone had been stunned senseless by the living miracle unfolding before their eyes. At this moment, Zhang Tie seemed both so familiar and so strange to Aurora, and an inexplicable reverence rose within her. Only now did Aurora realize that perhaps she had never truly understood this man she thought she knew so well—the man who had shown them a miracle in the depths of despair.

At this moment, Zhang Tie was so dazzling, so sacred, so impossible to look upon directly. Aurora even suddenly felt ashamed of her own inadequacy. She knew that the man before her was no longer the Peter she could casually embrace and touch.

The water bottle in Zhang Tie's hand had become an inexhaustible sweet spring, gurgling endlessly with water. He walked before the kneeling warriors outside and poured the water from the bottle over them without holding anything back. The crowd stirred. Everyone pressed toward Zhang Tie in a frantic rush, kneeling on the ground one after another, lifting their heads devoutly to look at him with yearning eyes. Pairs of trembling hands stretched out, wanting to touch with their own hands the miracle taking place before them.

Everyone touched it. It was water—real water. An endless stream of water flowed from that bottle...

When the icy, crystalline spring water poured over their trembling hands, some could not wait to drink the water cupped in their palms, while others excitedly and devoutly smeared it across their faces and bodies...

At that moment, the spring water flowed together with the tears of thousands...

The despairing wept because they had