Yun Zhi wants to pursue his master.
His master's name is Xie Chi. He often wears a bamboo hat, and when the wind blows, it reveals a peerless face.
He and his master travel the world, depending on each other for survival. They walk on and on, like figures in a shadow play, crossing mountains and rivers in search of sacred scriptures.
But they have no sacred scriptures to seek, no goal to speak of. They call it traveling the world, but in truth, they wander aimlessly like headless flies.
His master seems like someone the whole world has no room for, as if nowhere is to his liking. A look of loneliness often lingers on his face.
That's all right.
Yun Zhi wants to tell him that he can try to keep him company, even if it means spending his whole life doing so.
