The highest waterfall, surrounded by breathtaking valleys, has been known since the time of legends as a falling ocean…’Motunag’. Its unique features are countless, including the fact that it encompasses numerous mountains, valleys, and forests. It is believed to be a world unto itself. Unseen animals and birds reside here, and trees are said to be the ancestors of all trees. But one thing no one knows is where this waterfall comes from, at what height, and since when. To this day, no one has even glimpsed its peak. Many scholars have attempted to climb it, but none have been able to reach the summit. But for the past few days, high in the hills nestled among the waterfall, amidst a beautiful, spiritual scenery, Wuang Shi has been sitting cross-legged on a clean, flat rock, immersed in deep meditation. The surrounding vines were filled with so many beautiful flowers, their fragrance giving a unique feeling. From there, the entire world was visible below; every community, every forest, every hill, every valley appeared clear and beautiful. The place itself was so spiritual, even the winds there sang songs of the sacred.

  Wuang Shi was practicing an ancient form of meditation called water meditation. This meditation was so profound that the meditator felt as if he were sitting on the bottom of a river, and his energy began to interact with it. Just as sitting underwater, clothes and hair flow gracefully with the changing currents, so too does physical bodily energy begin to interact with it.

  And while practicing this meditation, Wuang Shi's inner and outer peace was so gentle and soft that his body resembled a Celestial figure sitting on the surface of the water. His clothes and long black hair floated gently in the atmosphere, rippling with his own inner energy.

  And down below, near the waterfall, Gu Zong had also arrived. His steps were calm yet warm, his sword was tied to his waist, and from his waistband hung a mantra seal, like the swirling waves of water, carved with a white gem. And below it hung tufts of beautifully ornamented white thread, clearly visible above the deep blood-red robes.

  Just then, a cool breeze blew, causing the seal hanging from Gu Zong's waist to sway. After a moment of peace, Gu Zong looked up at the cascading mountains and then looked behind him, where Han Lao Fang stood behind him, just as calm as he was.

  Gu Zong turned to look up, but then Han Lao Fang's voice was heard from behind.

  "Gu Zong," Han Lao Fang said in a long, deep, hoarse voice, his eyes also looking upward. Just then, Gu Zong turned back to Han Lao Fang and looked directly at him. Taking advantage of the silence, Han Lao Fang spoke.

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  "We know Grandmaster Gongzhang very well. He never leaves a promise unfulfilled. He will definitely fulfill his promise."

  Han Lao Fang's voice and manner were a perfect example of a mature person. After saying this, he looked up and said.

  "We will also fulfill our promise, but…!"

  He paused.

  Just then, Gu Zong, who had been staring at him, spoke in a deep, composed voice.

  "But what?…"

  In response, Han Lao Fang replied:

  "But...the thing is, you too must fulfill your promise. What happened was merely an act, but the purpose is now connected. You, I, and Grandmaster Gongzhang, we all know what happened. And how it happened, so there's no doubt that, as a brother, it's my duty to take care of my own."

  With that, he turned back to his path. But before leaving, he felt it necessary to say a few words to the one who had been watching him like a calm swan. He said:

  "Now the responsibility is all yours, Gu Zong. You do what you can, and we do what we can. Take care, Zao...!"

  As the echo of Han Lao Fang's last words reached his ears, his eyes suddenly calmed. The hand he had held on his sword until then, dropped with Han Lao Fang's departure. His jaw slackened, as if his soul had taken a deep breath.

  He looked up into the sky, where some white pigeons were flying. He gave them a slight smile. Nearby, on the bank of a flowing stream, there were some millet plants. He plucked a bunch of millet from there and rubbed it in his palm, revealing a large number of millet grains, which he scattered on the ground near his feet. He stood there comfortably. Seeing the grains fall to the ground, the flying pigeons descended a short while later, flapping their wings, scattering a multitude of white feathers on the ground. Gu Zong stood nearby, watching them.

  After a while, as the pigeons flew back into the sky, one by one, they left behind a multitude of white feathers, some large and some small, swaying in the gentle breeze. Gu Zong looked at the feathers lying on the ground and smiled.

  After some time…

  Gu Zong was climbing a waterfall, hanging high above the cliff. His breath was fast, his heart was light, and his eyes were fixed upwards. Gu Zong still didn't give up his mischief, even as he climbed such a steep mountain, making strange faces and muttering in his own mischievous irritation. But he was also climbing the Wet and slippery rocks with all his might.

  "I don't know myself... what does this man think... oh, this rock??"

  Gu Zong was unnecessarily scolding the rocks. But he didn't stop climbing, and eventually, almost falling, he continued climbing. His hand landed on a lush, luscious grass, and instantly his eyes widened, a smile formed on his lips. He quickly placed his other hand there as well. When he finally reached the top, he was speechless at the sight. There was an entire valley, as if there were another mountain on top of a mountain. Unseen colorful flowers bloomed everywhere, and tall trees, the existence of which Gu Zong had only now become aware. He took his steps forward, but the way his jaw was open and his eyes wide, scanning the environment, made it seem as if Gu Zong wanted to imprint these scenes into his soul.