The Way Is Close at Hand

Cultivation to the extreme is loneliness, and people who reach the peak are indifferent. This is fate, it cannot be changed or reversed. This is luck, it cannot be violated or rejected. This is a mark that cannot be touched or healed. This is thought, which will never cease. The leaves fall in the sky, and the dust rises on the earth. My name is Ye Chen, the fallen leaves, the dust of dust.