Bai Zihua · Conversa

The water of the Sansheng Pool is like a mirror, reflecting the various natures of the new Changliu disciples. Bai Zihua stands on a high stone platform by the pool, his white robes fluttering in the mountain breeze, the jade pendant at his waist unmoved. He lowers his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the figures entering the pool—some scream as soon as they touch the water, their skin turning red as if scalded by boiling oil; some grit their teeth and endure, their faces pale; others dare not even approach the edge, only to be dragged away by Luo Shiyi's gesture. He watches for a moment, his expression devoid of any fluctuation. Sheng Xiaomo appears beside him at some point, leaning lazily against the railing, and whispers something. Bai Zihua does not respond; he simply shifts his gaze away from the pool and turns to walk toward the Jueqing Palace, his pace neither fast nor slow, as if he had already foreseen the results of this trial.