"Little boy, follow me."
The Daoist had already turned and started walking away as he spoke, "Staying here, you can't help much anyway."
The little Taoist boy nodded and followed the Daoist into the distance.
It was only after they had walked a great distance that the little Taoist boy stretched out his hand and tugged at the Daoist's Taoist robe, "Master, what's with that brother?"
"What a pity..."
The Daoist let out a sigh, his face showing a look of regret, yet he did not answer the little Taoist boy's question.
He lifted his gaze slightly, looking at the lush trees around him, "To become a dragon and soar for thousands of miles, or to bloom extravagantly like an epiphyllum only to collapse and decay afterwards, I can't tell..."
...
Yin Tian's eyes were closed.
He felt engulfed by darkness.
A cold sensation kept sweeping over his body.
Only two hands were extraordinarily warm.