A gentle breeze brushed Su Bei's face as his gaze pierced through the lingering fog, over the layers of green mountains, straight to the winding path lined with osmanthus and willow trees.
For a moment, his thoughts drifted far away, his chest suddenly filled with a sense of openness.
The stone paths amidst the mountains had a thin layer of fallen leaves scattered across them.
As he walked for a while, Su Bei saw a statue towering dozens of meters tall.
It depicted a man holding a sword in one hand, surrounded by three longswords, gazing up at the sky. In front of him lay countless offerings.
Su Bei opened his mouth, not in awe of the statue's grandeur, but slightly embarrassed. He hadn't expected to witness the scene of himself being honored with offerings one day?
Some clear voices came from down the mountain. Su Bei didn't avoid them and reached out to grab and eat the 'offerings' placed in front of his statue.
