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The lakeside meadow had grown old, the trees had shed their leaves, and dry foliage blanketed the ground. Only the bamboo grove behind the thatched cottage remained an ink-like green, its stalks bowing slightly under the dim, yellowish daylight, appearing almost black.
The lake’s surface lay utterly still, reflecting the bare branches along the shore with perfect clarity. Fallen leaves drifted upon the water like tiny boats, adding to the bleak yet oddly poetic scene.
A Daoist, a little girl, and a jujube-red horse stepped into this world, as if inadvertently wandering into an autumn-winter painting.
A small boat still floated upon the lake. An old fisherman still sat upon it, fishing in silence.
“Pfft…”
The horse let out a lazy snort.
Song You stopped at the lake’s edge and offered a silent bow of greeting.
The little girl also paused at the shore, tilting her head up and stretching her neck to stare at the old man on the boat—unblinking and utterly serious. She watched for a long while before finally making up her mind and stepping forward cautiously.
Her embroidered shoes stepped onto the water—yet did not sink. Not even a single ripple formed beneath her feet.
It was a new technique she had developed using her Water-Splitting Blade.
With her pouch slung over her...
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