The Sorrowmender

PAID Chapter 120 – The emperor is troubled, do not worry, my lord

The wind was gentle, the clouds were leisurely, and the horses trod on fresh mud.

Mister Forgetting Worries left, taking with him more than just a fleeting glimpse.

But his story remained.

An old man spoke.

"That year, the snow was heavy, the wind was fierce, and the world was in chaos. When Mister arrived, the sky over Cloud City brightened."

"When he left, the locust flowers fell for ten miles, and the wind chased him for a thousand."

"Mister was originally an immortal, descended to save the world, but we never called him an immortal. We all called him Mister, Mister Forgetting Worries."

A child asked, "So, was Mister Forgetting Worries truly without worries?"

The old man looked up at the sky, recalling the day when the wind rose, flowers fell, and a man in white frowned.

He sighed, "Mister once said, 'The mountains have no worries, yet they turn white with snow; the waters have no worries, yet they wrinkle with the wind.'"

"Mister was an immortal, not supposed to have worries, but since he walked among mortals, he too had worries, the worries of saving all beings."

The child was puzzled, half-understanding, but remembered, passing it down through generations.

Just like the locust forest outside the city, unchanged despite the passage of time and dynastic changes.

A poet picked up a pen and carved on a stone tablet:

"Ten miles of locust flowers fall, the gentle breeze sends Qingzhou away.

Looking afar beyond the clouds, green mountains and blue skies."

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