Chapter 74: The Sobbing Calf

Yellow Ox paused to muse over what was best to describe this place.

A place of competition!

The calf wrote these words on the ground, but it seemed rather discontented with this description. In the end, Yellow Ox rubbed them away and started writing again.

A place locked in shackles!

This was still as ambiguous and equivocal as it was before, so in the end, the calf mopped them away again.

A place of sacred ruins!

It was still not telling much. The calf shook its head in discontent.

A place of despair; a place of dawn sunshine; a place of a hundred wars; a place of lustrous radiance; a place of terror; a place of wither and fall…

The calf continued to write, then it continued to wipe them away. Some of these descriptions were self-contradictory and antithetical to each other. Clearly, the calf found it quite troublesome to describe as well.

"Well, in fact, I don’t know it either!" In the end, the calf finally ended its struggle with these few words.