In the ancient, deep forest, the sunshine could only barely pierce the dense canopy, falling in patches upon the ground, weaving a crisscross of light and shadow.
War God Hei Long, who had originally been roused to intense emotional turbulence by the appearance of the white-clothed Blood Monk, felt that fluctuation subside not long after, and his heart, rarely, welcomed a fleeting moment of calm.
This calm did not arise from any external suppression, but was instead quietly guided, by that white-clothed Blood Monk through some indescribable means, into the most tranquil corner of his heart.
Even Lin Dong, at the moment, was immersed in this rare serenity; his thoughts seemed to sway gently with the breeze, drifting far from the turmoil of the mortal world.
Just then, a gentle and clear voice, like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, unexpectedly echoed in his mind:
"Benefactor Lin Dong, might I borrow a step to speak with you?"
