There are demons in the mountains, and monks in the Buddhist temples. Beneath an osmanthus tree, a white-robed monk smiled faintly, and somehow caught Zhuoheng’s eye. Zhuoheng said, “Meeting you was fate. Falling in love with you was a calamity of my own making. I would march into battle for you, kill everyone under heaven for you, even embrace demonic power and forsake immortality for you. I only ask that you not leave me alone in this bustling world to watch the seas turn to fields.”
