"Who, little demon, dares to steal human artifacts?"
I froze in place and slowly turned my head.
That was the first time I met Bai Heng.
He was wearing the frost-colored robe of the White Crane Immortal Sect, with a Qingming sword hanging from his waist, and he stood under a tree with silken crabapples. The dusk was closing, and the evening wind picked up the half-fallen petals, brushing over his browbones, shoulders, and sword spikes, and then fell on my tremblingly raised face.
It is said that the White Crane Shangxian is cold and taciturn, and hates evil spirits the most.
But at that moment, he was clearly the Buddha who saved me in my eyes.
"I didn't steal." I raised my empty hands to him, my voice trembling, "I just... Took a look."
He lowered his eyes.
When our eyes met, I didn't know where I got the courage, or maybe I just said, "My name is Awan. I'm not a demon, just a... Homeless snake."
He was silent for a long time.
It was so long that the last ray of light from the horizon sank into the mountains. It was so long that I thought he would kill him with the next sword.
But he put away his sword.
"Follow up."
