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The Master slowly stood up, his movements steady and resolute like a mountain rising from the earth. He faced away from Bing Lie, gazing into the distance, surveying the vast expanse of this continent. The greenery below swayed gently in the breeze, with sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled spots of light everywhere; everything appeared peaceful and tranquil.
Bing Lie lowered his head, thoughts swirling in his mind, the weight on his shoulders feeling heavy. His hands clenched and then relaxed, as if he were struggling internally. Finally, he lifted his head, his tone laced with hesitation yet determination: "Master, I will find that Yankeeper... and try to uncover clues about Kong Ren from him."
His voice rang out clearly in this serene space of the soul, but the uncertainty at the end still revealed the inner conflict he felt. He was unsure if this was truly the Answer, yet he could not ignore the Master's words.
The Master's figure remained as steadfast as a rock, still turned away from Bing Lie, yet it seemed he could perceive everything about him. A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth, as if he were pleased with Bing Lie's decision and already had an Answer regarding the future.
"Very well," the Master's voice was deep and calm, carrying an irresistible authority. "I am certain you will find what you seek there..."
He paused for a moment, his tone softening yet imbued with an indescribable sense of melancholy and farewell: "Go now, Bing Lie; this is my final guidance for you."
Bing Lie suddenly raised his head, eyes wide with shock and confusion. He hurriedly stood up from his kneeling position and took a few steps toward the Master's back, trying to stop him. "Master, what do you mean? What do you mean by final guidance?" His voice was urgent but received no response.
Just as he reached out to touch the Master, the Master's figure began to change. The outline of his soul became blurred, like mist scattered by the wind, gradually transforming into flickering lines of code. Those codes glimmered faintly as they slowly ascended, merging into the boundless ethereal sky above.
"Master!" Bing Lie's voice was hoarse; his hand froze in mid-air, unable to grasp anything, only able to watch as that familiar figure gradually faded away.
The Master's soul transformed into lines of code, twinkling in the air like stardust slowly rising towards the horizon. His outline grew fainter until it blended into the blazing sunlight. Yet amidst this warm glow, the Master's voice remained clear, like a distant bell ringing deep within the soul.
"Bing Lie..." The Master smiled, his voice calm yet filled with strength and unwavering trust. "I believe you can do it. Follow the path of Kong Si and continue onward. This is your final trial... and also your opportunity."
That smile was filled with both warmth and sorrow, as if entrusting all past hopes and wisdom together. His soul ascended higher and higher until it merged with the sunlight, ultimately leaving behind only that echoing exhortation in the air.
Bing Lie stood still, quietly watching as his master gradually disappeared into the horizon. A surge of complex emotions welled up within him: reluctance, reverence, confusion, and a hint of undeniable sadness. Yet these feelings were gradually suppressed by reason, and his expression transformed from wavering to calm and resolute.
He took a deep breath, remained silent for a moment, then slowly knelt down, pressing his hands against the cold ground, his forehead heavily bowing to the earth. This gesture was steady and powerful, imbued with silent respect and gratitude.
"Thank you... Master." His voice was low and slightly hoarse, but each word was filled with profound emotion.
He knelt on the ground, closing his eyes to feel the fleeting moments spent with his master gradually slipping away. He knew that from now on, there would be no guidance on his path; all choices would rest upon his own shoulders. Yet he also understood that the trust and teachings of his master had become the most solid pillar within him.
Bing Lie's soul suddenly surged back into his body amidst a gentle glow, as if pulled back from an invisible abyss into reality. His body trembled violently for a moment before he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling like turbulent waves; each breath felt like a rediscovery of the weight of existence. His hands trembled slightly, fingertips unconsciously pressing against the cold ground as he sought a semblance of stability.
His mind was in chaos; his master's final words echoed like lingering chimes, resonating endlessly. Those phrases pierced deeply into his consciousness like sharp blades, repeatedly reminding him of his heavy responsibilities and destiny. He closed his eyes tightly, furrowing his brow as he struggled to organize the disarrayed thoughts, but the residual weight left him restless.
Slowly opening his eyes, the scene before him gradually came into focus. A small temple stood quietly atop the mountain, still as humble as ever but radiating an indescribable solemnity. The incense before the temple had long since extinguished, leaving only a faint trace dissipating in the air. The remnants of Qing Yan had been erased by the mountain wind as if they had never existed, yet they left a deep imprint in Bing Lie's heart.
Kneeling on the ground, Bing Lie raised his gaze to Wild Temple, his eyes filled with endless respect and memories. His throat tightened slightly; ultimately, he said nothing but bowed deeply once more, bringing his hands together in prayer. He leaned forward slowly, forehead gently touching the ground in a steady and solemn motion, as if bidding a final farewell to his master's spirit.
"Thank you... Master." His heart whispered softly; though unspoken, it resonated deeply like iron carving stone, merging with the tranquility of this mountaintop filled with respect and gratitude.
He lifted his head again as sunlight pierced through the trees, casting a warm golden veil over the earth. He stood up and directed his gaze toward the sun on the horizon; its dazzling light burned like flames in his soul, gradually incinerating any lingering confusion within him. His gaze was cold yet resolute, filled with fearless determination and hopeful expectations for the future. He knew that his master's words had ignited the lighthouse guiding him forward; from this moment on, his path would become clearer.
Taking a deep breath of the crisp mountain air, he inhaled those slightly cool breaths along with thick thoughts into his lungs. Then he gently pulled up his cloak and draped it over himself like an invisible armor.
With light and silent footsteps, he turned to tread down the winding and steep path leading off the mountain. His solitary figure appeared increasingly upright in the morning light; each step carried an unspoken tenacity. On either side of the mountain path, grass and trees swayed quietly as if whispering praises for his resolve.
The small temple still stood quietly atop the mountain, like an ancient guardian watching over Bing Lie's departure. The sunlight cast a warm golden glow upon it, as if silently witnessing the conclusion of a legacy and the beginning of a new life. Bing Lie's figure grew more distant, seemingly merging with the very essence of the earth, and all of this became a part of this land—carrying determination and destiny as it faced an unknown future.
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