The Traveling Sword
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The starlight fell on the ocean of clouds; it was apparently the night time, but the clouds looked whiter than they did during the day, as white as snow.
The stars in the sky looked like countless dim suns. The monument didn't cast a shadow, and the shadow of the sword sheath on the monument was quite faint.
The Round Turtle opened his mouth slightly as well as his eyes, the shapeless starlight entering his mouth slowly.
Standing by the cliff's edge, the Sect Master spoke toward the ocean of clouds below, as if talking to himself.
"The young people often have ideas of changing the world. Though the ideas are naïve, it's commendable."
"You of course wouldn't support it; but I would beg to differ. It's obvious that they are not the same as us."
"But, I didn't expect this. It seems that they have done a little bit too much this time."
"Since it's a done deal, I have a matter that needs your help. Remember that you have a friend over there."