Mature and alluring, or pure and cute. All surrounded Xiao Qiang. Tearful eyes evoke compassion, soft whispers intoxicate the heart. That gentle persuasion, reluctant longing, made one unable to move forward.
"I have no desire for slaughter, nor do I seek beauty. Even if I were to indulge in beauty, what use would it be to me? Merely a skeletal illusion of allure, so let it shatter, for Bodhi is not a tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. With no thoughts in my heart, how could I be mesmerized?" Xiao Qiang's heart was enlightened, he was not aggrieved, and simply looked at everything around him with indifference.
Those nation-toppling beauties and the beautiful flora seemed no different; there was appreciation but absolutely no attachment, for no matter how beautiful, they were merely roadside scenery.
Just as his conviction descended, the beauty remained, yet had changed faces.
