Hearing what Guanyin of Life-Slaying said, Chen Xuan and Mahakala Ming Wang both turned to look toward the other side of the Bridge of Reincarnation.
Neither had noticed it before, but upon closer inspection, they discovered that, sealed within the brilliant sacred light, was indeed a little boy as exquisite as a porcelain doll. He appeared to be only seven or eight years old, with red lips, white teeth, and eyes tightly shut. His hands were crossed in front of him as he slept peacefully at the far end of the bridge.
The divine light descending from the depths of the firmament formed a translucent coffin—or perhaps more of a cradle. The boy lay inside, tilted slightly rather than resting completely flat.
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