Mo Hua remembered the move Bai Zisheng had created himself, leaping into the sky, striking a pose, then wielding a long spear and descending from the heavens with that spear technique…
Mo Hua felt a bit embarrassed, “That… Can I not learn it…?”
Purely a showy sequence of movements, completely useless.
“No way!” Bai Zisheng insisted, “This is a move I created myself, and I’m only teaching you. In the whole world, only the two of us brothers will know it! You must learn it well!”
Mo Hua said helplessly, “Alright then…”
Bai Zisheng saw Mo Hua agree and nodded in satisfaction, then he seemed to remember something and became a bit downcast.
“I originally wanted to go back to Tongxian City to see Uncle Mo and Aunt Liu, but now I can’t go there. Qian State is so far away, I don’t know if there’ll be another chance…”
The food Aunt Liu makes is so delicious.
Bai Zisheng missed the carefree and well-fed days in Tongxian City terribly.
Mo Hua consoled him, “There will be a chance.”
Bai Zisheng perked up a bit and nodded.
After thinking for a while, Mo Hua asked, “What about junior sister…”
All this way, he hadn’t seen the junior sister…
Bai Zisheng paused, sighed, and said, “She originally wanted you to go to the Bai family too, but now that you can’t, she might feel a bit embarrassed to face you…”
What’s there to be embarrassed about…
Mo Hua said in a low voice, “Is junior sister throwing a tantrum?”
Bai Zisheng thought for a moment and nodded, “I guess so…”
But he knew that it probably wasn’t the case.
Ever since she heard Mother’s words, Zixi had locked herself in her room, seeing no one, as if afraid that encountering Mo Hua again would make her heart ache.
Bai Zisheng didn’t quite understand and shook his head.
Feeling sad after parting is normal.
That’s exactly why we should see each other more…
Thus, Bai Zisheng couldn’t help but chat with Mo Hua for a long time, until someone urged them, saying the Cloud Ferry was about to depart. Only then did he bid Mo Hua farewell, looking back three steps at a time as he boarded the ferry.
“We’re really… parting now…”
Just before entering the Cloud Ferry, Bai Zisheng’s eyes suddenly felt a bit sore.
The moments they spent together day and night, the three fellow disciples, laughing and playing, bickering and making noise, all rushed to his heart…
Bai Zisheng tried hard to hold back his tears, took a final look at Mo Hua, and committed his junior brother’s image to memory. Then, he stepped into the vast expanse of the Cloud Ferry.
Mo Hua stood at the ferry port, feeling reluctant to let go, but still silently watched his senior brother and the unseen junior sister depart.
Inside the Cloud Ferry.
Bai Zisheng knocked on Bai Zixi’s door, “Aren’t you going to see junior brother?”
There was silence inside the room.
“If you don’t see him, you might… never see him again…”
Despite his words, there was still no response from behind the door.
Bai Zisheng shook his head helplessly, clutching the large dragon his junior brother had given him as a parting gift, and turned to leave.
In the room, Bai Zixi sat silently, her dark eyelashes quivering, her beautiful eyes revealing a trace of melancholy.
The clear sunlight poured in, her cheeks slightly pale, which added a mournful beauty to her originally cold and flawless visage.
There she sat quietly, her thoughts unknown, her emotions complex and unsettled.
Moments later, the Cloud Ferry’s massive humming sound began.
Bai Zixi suddenly felt alarmed, and Bai Zisheng’s words echoed in her mind:
“You might… never see him again…”
Her heart trembled, and she quickly got up, left her room, and walked onto the deck of the Cloud Ferry.
But by then, the Cloud Ferry had already set sail.
The sky was clear, and the Cloud Ferry, grand and splendid, lifted off among the clouds, rolling up layers of cloud waves.
When Bai Zixi looked out again, the sea of clouds stretched out endlessly.
Mo Hua’s small figure had been obscured by the vast clouds, completely vanishing from her sight…
Never… to be seen again…
A sharp pain struck Bai Zixi’s heart, as if carved with a knife, and a single tear, clear as ice and snow, slowly slid down her pallid cheek…
The white clouds surged like great waves, and the flowing clouds like the sea carried the Cloud Ferry, sailing into the wind, farther and farther into the endless sea of clouds…
The Great Dao is boundless, seas of clouds lie between.
This parting, who knows when we will meet again.