"A beauty passes through the intestines; the Buddha sits atop the heart." You don't feel ashamed but take pride in it, if the Buddha knew of someone like you, he'd probably never want to preach his dharma in the place you dwell in your entire life.]
[Wuxin didn't know of your squalor, otherwise you would have been minced into tofu dregs.]
[You hit the road again, following some gradually fading traces, hoping to save those few unfortunate humans from the Pioneering Team. After all, you feel that both the Gu Family and the Song Family are being somewhat pretentious. Hey, you're actually a pretty decent person.]
[After a tough journey, you've made it halfway to your destination. There by the roadside ditch, you find the first survivor, an unconscious woman in a battle-damaged white gauze outfit, blood oozing from multiple wounds, her body passively encased in a green, eggshell-like protective dome.]
["F*ck," you exclaim, your eyes widening.]
