Drinking with the State Preceptor? I

In the Southern Bamboo Grove.

Within the clear pond, a small azure snake was coiled up at the bottom of the pond. The water surface bubbled with the snake's breathing.

It was shrouded in the morning sunlight.

At the bottom of the water, the little azure snake moved gently as it slowly opened its virid eyes.

What a… wonderful sleep.

As the snake floated up to the surface, its virid eyes shrank in excitement. Before it was about to yawn, it saw a figure standing below the sun. 

On that morning, the man was dressed in a snowy white cloth. He was cool like a fairy.

He stood with his back facing the snake from the start. The figure was light in shape as it looked like a celestial being from the painting, a celestial being which had amazed all the living creatures. 

"Master!!!"

Was Master back?

Finally, the snake did not have to live in fear all the time anymore?