"Things have changed, people are gone, and all efforts are in vain; before I can even speak, tears begin to flow. I hear that the spring at Shuangxi is still beautiful, and I, too, plan to drift there in a light boat. Yet I fear the small boat at Shuangxi cannot bear the weight of such great sorrow."
As the dark clouds retreated, bright sunshine spilled over the land. Like a dancing celestial being brushing across the earth, it gently awakened the colorful wildflowers from their slumber. Under the sunlight, the earth seemed to be draped in a dreamlike veil. The flowers bloomed in competition: red as fire, yellow as gold, blue as gemstones, purple as a dream, and green as fresh spring water. Each wildflower was a delicate touch of nature, shimmering in the morning light, weaving together a tapestry of life that left one intoxicated by this splendor bestowed by nature.
"Young man, the karma of this place has already become the past. You must rouse yourself if you wish to carve out a world of your own. There is still a greater karma awaiting you."
Chapter 33