The day is breeze and the night is silence. The sun sets, the moon rises, the moon falls and the sun rises. In the grand scheme of the Dao, a human life is but a blink of an eye, a spark in a hurricane. Yet, it is within this brief flicker that the seeds of immortality are sown.
Life is a fleeting dream; the monk is a passing cloud.
Within, the main courtyard, Madam Cai and Madam Lan, clad in mourning white dresses, sat on the side chair made up of jade, enjoying the streaming hot tea, which calmed their mind to some extent.
"That Madam Zhu and that Vixen Biyue, I don't have good feelings about them. I think they are trying to seduce my son," Madam Cai said, her voice soft but laced with the sharpness of a hidden dagger. She took a sip of the tea, the steam curling around her face, masking the turmoil in her eyes.
