Looking at the endless thunderfire and roiling winds and clouds, Wang Zhengfei's excited face flushed red as he cried, "Fun, fun! The little monk had never brought me to a place like this before! You're amazing!!"
"Ah?" Xiao Hua broke out in a cold sweat. This was fun?
"Son, quickly, quickly go back!" Wang Zhengfei's mother had never witnessed such a spectacle. Her bones had long since gone soft and her limbs numb as she weakly called out. Yet strangely, she was not speaking to Xiao Hua, but shouting at Wang Zhengfei.
Wang Zhengfei hurriedly answered, "Yes, Mother, we'll go back right away!"
As he spoke, Wang Zhengfei tried to fly down on his own. Seeing his manner, Xiao Hua smiled and watched with his hands tucked into his sleeves.
"Huh? Why can't I go back?" Wang Zhengfei cried out in alarm.
"Nonsense. If this poor Daoist does not take you down, how can you possibly go down?" Xiao Hua rebuked him.
"But..." Wang Zhengfei opened his mouth, seeming to suddenly understand something. He asked curiously, "Could it be... I'm not dreaming?"
"Son, go back quickly! Go back quickly!" Wang Zhengfei's mother urged again.
Wang Zhengfei respectfully said to Xiao Hua, "Daoist Master, this humble one already knows the extent of your divine abilities. Please send this humble one back!"
"Very well. Look carefully at the changes around you... and see whether you can gain some insight!" Xiao Hua's heart stirred as he recalled some realizations from long ago. He nodded. "Even if you gain none, you can at least see whether you are dreaming!"
"Yes, this humble one understands!" Wang Zhengfei did not dare be negligent. Following Xiao Hua's words, he looked in all directions.
The earth drew nearer from afar, and the village grew from small to large.