Now that everything was ready, both of them were ready to go down the mountain.
The Goddess of Wisdom was still recovering. Hong Dali looked at her and smiled. "Sister Goddess, you must hold me tight when we are going down the mountain. Don't let go. Otherwise, if you fall in your current state, you will become the first god to fall to your death."
"You bad person." The Goddess of Wisdom's face flushed red. She lowered her head, her voice was like a gnat. "I understand. But, you… you cannot make fun of me." After spending so much time with Hong Dali, she became more human. She was no longer the unapproachable goddess.
Soon, Hong Dali stood in front of the goddess and tied their bodies together tightly with a rope. The Goddess of Wisdom then put her hands around his neck. They were almost ready to go.
The Goddess of Wisdom's figure was good, indeed. It was not usually obvious. It was really different carrying her on his back—she was so light!