The red-clad child's eyes flickered.
This person is somewhat similar to that mystic cat, though not as pure-hearted as the cat.
The red-clad child paced forward and asked once more, "How can my child-like form be your teacher? Are you not afraid of bowing to the wrong place?"
Xu Qing respectfully replied, "The divine inherently has no form. I've always heard that those who become immortals, saints, or Buddhas have countless faces and forms, but if we trace back to the source, they all revert to being infants."
"For instance, the Great Accomplished Scholar Saint is also called the Confucian Child Bodhisattva. The grand-disciple of the Scholar Saint once said: 'The great person does not lose their innocent heart.'
"Senior, speaking of this childlike appearance, even if it were an infant before me, I would also be willing to regard it as my revered teacher."
The red-clad child gazed at Xu Qing for a long while before finally responding: