The Unpredictable Joys of Life (3)

"You are a good person," Cao Erzhu said, his eyes shining brightly.

Mei Siren stared at the child.

Cao Erzhu met his gaze with wide eyes.

Through the darkness, through his eyes...

The old Sword Saint saw the child's pure heart, untainted by the world, like the last pristine land amidst the chaos.

"What do you see in me?" Mei Siren spoke up.

He recalled a legend about how the innocence of a child could discern the essence of a person's spirit.

But as the words left his lips, Mei Siren chuckled wryly.

Before his sanctification, he was certain of his path as an ancient swordsman, rooted in tradition and nurturing others.

Never had he imagined that now, he would be lost, needing to rediscover himself through a child.

Was this not a kind of failure?

Cao Erzhu glanced towards the old deity's back, about to speak, when Mei Siren halted him with a raised fan:

"No need to speak."