It then said seriously:
"These evil flood dragons, I'm keeping them for you, and naturally I'll watch over them for you... I didn't tell you in advance because it's far from the time to do so. If some of the conjectured events do indeed occur, there will naturally be ways to resolve them. Besides, for now, these are all just guesses."
The Heart Lake fell silent for a while.
The two seemed to be contemplating and weighing their options.
After a moment, Gui spoke first: "And have you forgotten... that martial artist from outside the realm? Walking the same path, he was able to reach the mountain summit. Zhao Rong, why can't you?"
The young Confucian scholar exhaled a breath of turbid air, nodding, "Then... shall we try?"
The Sword Spirit also laughed, "Alright, let's try!"
After a moment.
Zhao Rong still stood outside the tent, not returning, gazing into the distance.
"Hey, what are you still looking at?"
