"Xiaotian, you've arrived!"
Just as he was about to leave the kiln cave.
The strange lament of the old man in a white robe stopped.
Instead, he spoke with a voice that seemed both like crying and laughing.
"Why, Idle Grandfather?"
The figure of the Idle One had not yet appeared.
Hua Xiaotian bit his lip and held back his tears.
He asked what had become a mechanical opener.
When he met the old drunkard, he asked why.
When he met the monk, he asked why.
And when he met the Idle One, he still asked why.
He wanted to know the answer for its purposes, but more than that, besides asking why, there was nothing else he could say.
Even though he knew asking why wouldn't get him the answer he wanted to know.
Yet he still voiced it mechanically, numbing the tears.
