"When the day comes that your words hold power, we will meet again."
As he spoke, Zhang Fan turned around, waved his hand, and walked into the deep and mysterious valley.
Li Miaoyin gave Huang Jiu a deep look and followed suit.
"Goodbye, little mouse." Zhang Wuming greeted and followed closely.
"Goodbye!"
Huang Jiu watched the three figures fade into the distance, murmuring softly as her gaze gradually turned resolute.
...
The enigmatic depths of the empty valley echoed with the sounds of the mountain winds, roaring like a wild beast.
The three walked within, surrounded by towering cliffs, feeling as insignificant as ants.
"In ancient times, Daoists liked to hide in the mountains. Over time, this environment changes one's mindset," Zhang Wuming said gravely.
"To follow nature's example, indeed," Zhang Fan nodded.
In Daoist cultivation, one abandons thoughts and desires, eventually emptying both body and mind. In the empty valley, oneself becomes the empty valley.
