Cloud Mountain Port.
Before the fountain in the center of the city square.
A beautiful girl was admiring the stone sculpture in the pool.
A mature, handsome middle-aged man followed behind her, like a bodyguard, but more charming than one.
"This sculpture is over three hundred years old. They say the Fountain Goddess once descended to this world and left behind a likeness of her true appearance."
The middle-aged man acted as her guide.
He bowed his back to show humility, yet still looked refined and graceful.
His manner only further highlighted the girl's extraordinary status.
"The artists of that era created many stone sculptures and oil paintings to record the goddess's various miracles."
"What you see now depicts the story of the goddess holding a water pitcher during a great drought, releasing an entire river and saving a kingdom."
The girl nodded slightly, gazing at the statue with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
Suddenly.
The pigeons all around took flight, leaving the fountain behind.
The girl had already noticed.
She turned her head toward the little girl running up to her.
"What do you need?"
The girl asked.
"Miss, you're so beautiful," the little girl said in her childish voice. "I have a flower here. I want to give it to you."
The girl glanced at the fresh, lovely rose, then looked the little girl over and said mildly:
"Then what do you want from me?"
"Nothing. I just want to give it to you." The little girl held up the flower stem, trying to hand it to her.
But the girl did not take the flower.
She pondered briefly, looking toward the holy statue of the goddess in the fountain.
"Child, I want to ask you a question-"
"Do you think that holy statue of the goddess