The girl was Guo Dong of the Water-Moon Convent.
She was said to be Lian Sanyue's last disciple.
For some reason, she had not joined this year's Plum Gathering Dao Battle, but had come to White City to see the Buddha.
Nor was it clear why that voice had said such a thing.
"So it was you who came?" What did "so" mean here? Could she not be who she was?
Guo Dong said calmly, "I didn't expect you to recognize me."
The man said, "Perhaps it's because I spent so many years watching you from behind."
He had watched from behind for so many years because he had neither the courage nor the right to stand before her.
But the sight of your back had been branded into the deepest reaches of my soul. No matter how your face changed, how could I fail to recognize you?
(I know these two lines are sappy, but after thinking it over, I still didn't delete them, because that's just the sort of person he is...)
Standing before the Buddha, Guo Dong remained silent for a long time.
After an unknown length of time, the voice sounded again, filled with emotion and sorrow.
"I never expected you to choose this path in the end. Was making such a great sacrifice to catch up with him worth it?"
"What about you? Was standing guard here for hundreds of years worth it?"
"When you do what you want to do, there is no question of whether it's worth it."
"The same goes for me. The slight difference is that, until the day you die, you will never be able to prove your success, whereas I have already proved my failure."
"So you came to take a walk in the human world?"
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