The bell rang like thunder, passing through thatched huts, through Dao halls, through wealthy households, through little boats on rivers, through treasure ships at sea, through snowy mountains, reaching everywhere.
Everyone heard that Bell Chime.
The Giant, on his way home beyond the sea, looked back toward the Chaotian Continent. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing an exceedingly simple, happy smile.
Gu Qing ran to the stern of the treasure ship as fast as he could and looked toward the source of the Bell Chime, his eyes slightly moist.
Deep in the Snowfield, within that solitary Ice Peak, the cliff walls seemed made of colored glass. An exceedingly short figure appeared there, staring south, its thoughts unknown.
If a line were drawn between that Ice Peak and Green Mountain, the small temple in White City would lie exactly on it. This meant that whenever the Snow Nation Queen looked toward Green Mountain, she might see that small temple. Thus, it became perfectly understandable that the Zen Child was not sitting on the lotus throne, but lying beneath the incense table playing with tiny wooden sticks.
"I still don't understand. The True Person is ascending today. Why didn't you go to Green Mountain?" He Zhan asked, squatting on the ground.
"When someone ascends, they fly to the highest place. You can see them wherever you are, so why make a special trip?" the Zen Child said.
He Zhan thought that seemed reasonable, but what could he possibly see lying beneath the incense table?
Se Se sat on the threshold, looking south. "The True Person will surely say something before ascending. It's such a shame we won't hear it."
"With his temperament, he'll just cut through with a sword. What reasoning would he bother explaining? Did you see him explain