Its intricacy and complexity defy imagination, making it hard to describe even a fraction of it.
Is this the River God's palace?
Rainwater gathers mid-air into stairs, everyone watches with anticipation, eyes wide open.
"Plop."
A furry big palm steps onto the rain steps, causing ripples to spread.
No.
That's not a palm, it's a sole!
The villagers, bewildered, look up, following the white furry foot upward, seeing a majestic presence, fangs protruding, golden eyes shining—a three-zhang tall White Ape!
This...
Is this the River God?
Villagers instinctively look towards the village elder and the shaman.
Only to see the village elder already tearful, crawling to the foot of the White Ape: "May I ask if my granddaughter has served the River God well!"
"Never seen, don't know, stop claiming kinship."
"?" The village elder raises his head in confusion.
