Zixiu felt he shouldn't think too much, because his head was starting to ache slightly again.
He stopped dwelling on anything that troubled him, picked up a cup of lukewarm tea, and slowly walked up to the observation deck. He wanted to rest here for a while and clear his mind with his eyes closed.
Zixiu knew what it was like to be afraid. During all these days he had been recuperating here, he hadn't engaged in seated meditation or chanted scriptures—not out of laziness, but because he was wary. His body had not yet fully recovered; physical weakness and exhaustion were one reason, but another was that he was simply afraid. He didn't dare.
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