Chapter 693: Hanjiang
Along the banks of the Liujiang River, mountains mirrored the waters, the scenery as picturesque as a painting.
From time to time, a bright mountain song would echo among the peaks, its origin uncertain. Was it coming from deep in the mountains, or drifting over the river?
A Daoist sat cross-legged beneath a tree by the riverbank. In front of him, a small stove was set up, with a fire crackling inside. A young girl crouched by the water, washing rice.
“When your injuries are healed, should I still send you to Mount Ding on my white crane?”
“There’s no need to hurry. My wounds will be fully healed before long.”
The Daoist fed dry firewood into the stove. Lady Calico had already broken the sticks into short pieces, and were just the right length for the little stone stove. All he had to do was toss them in, no effort required. “We can walk there slowly... and come back slowly as well.”
“Not in a hurry, meow?”
“That’s right...”
Song You continued tossing sticks into the fire.
In his mind, of all the matters that still remained from the past twenty years, all tied to the mortal realm below the mountains, there was now only one left: asking the Celestial Emperor to abdicate.
But the current Celestial Emperor had already lost all usable power in the heavens, and the strength of that virtue-less god had long since been spent. This was no longer a difficult matter.
As for what came after, it either did not belong to these twenty years, or did not belong to the mortal realm. Whether it was monitoring divine interference in the human world, or observing and subtly guiding history when the time was right, Song You could do all of it after returning to Hidden Dragon Temple, on the slopes of Yin-Yang Mountain.