The eyes were deep-set, the features childlike, yet the gaze was like that of an elder.
The bamboo platform stopped, and all that remained in front of Zhang Ze was that slanted character.
However, just as the Taoist was about to speak, a Little Qilin, with an art style very incompatible with this place, suddenly emerged from behind him, jumped onto the bamboo platform, and snorted at Zhang Ze.
The carefully crafted ambiance of the End of Dharma Era was completely ruined by this snort and the Little Qilin's shiny, glowing scales.
Zhang Ze, "..."
Taoist, "..."
A slip-up.
By rights, a slip-up should be called to a halt, but there's always an immersive actor deeply engrossed in the role.
The Taoist had just retracted the errant Little Qilin, but before he could speak, an old man crawled out from the crowd, kneeling in front of the Taoist and kowtowing.
"Immortal, we have brought the child..."
"Please, Immortal... grant some..."
