The King's eyes reddened slightly, her voice catching with a trace of sobs. "Does the Holy Monk truly refuse to stay? I am willing to give up my throne and spend my life with you. From then on, Women's Country would have only you and me, with no affairs of state to trouble us."
Tang Monk's brow furrowed even more deeply, his fingers tightly clutching the edge of his monk's robe. After years of cultivation, he had long seen through the vanity of the mortal world. Yet how could he remain unmoved by such sincere affection from the King? He took a deep breath and slowly said, "Your Majesty, though the mortal world is beautiful, it is not what this humble monk seeks. My mission lies in Western Heaven and among all living beings. I hope Your Majesty will grant me this."
Looking into Tang Monk's resolute eyes, the King knew there was no use persuading him further. At last, tears fell from her eyes. Raising a hand to wipe them away, she forced a smile. "Very well. Since the Holy Monk has made up his mind, I will not force you to stay. But when you depart for Western Heaven, when will you return?"
"The journey to Western Heaven is long, and I do not know when I shall return," Tang Monk said softly. "But I will bring the Buddhist teachings back to the Eastern Land. If the chance arises, I will certainly visit Your Majesty again."
Watching from the side, Chu Yang knew that although Tang Monk had not agreed to remain and marry, his mortal heart had indeed stirred a little. This trial of love was more than halfway overcome. And it was time for him to arrange what came next—avoiding Abortion Spring and getting the master