Chapter 387: The Garden of Time (3)
6.
Leaving The Garden of Withered Flowers, Sword Emperor slowly strolled.
Under the gradually setting sunset, in a place where the dead slept as flowers, the Sword Emperor said this:
– Well done.
Instead of retorting back asking what nonsense he's trying to say, I said this.
– Thank you.
Instead of asking why I was so compliant, as if I had eaten something wrong, the Sword Emperor said.
– It's nice that even the soil is dead.
– ....
– On the day I awakened my Qi, I placed a grain of soil on my palm and observed it closely. When I focused my eyes and ears, I found that soil, seemingly quiet, is actually quite noisy. On that tiny grain, inside it, how many things were busily competing.
The Sword Emperor crouched down and caressed the rotten earth with his fingertips.