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I flipped the question around: after killing so many of them, why are these things not afraid of me?

(Terrified wail)

A billowing current of air sweeps up, the Tianshi's golden figure uplifting light and heat into a spatial distortion, incandescent white flames outlining the chasm in the wilderness.

She snaps her fingers lightly.

<color=#000000>Long has she walked among us, countless demons has she subdued.</color>

Grow, flax, mulberry and fields, grow as the sun rises...

Drive away all evil, and bring new light to Heaven and earth...

Lalala... lalala...

The cocoon has formed...

It is time to weave.

A fowlbeast flies by.

In a domain not meant for fowlbeasts. In this place, the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind, the frost, the rain, the snow, the mountains, the rivers—none of it is meant to exist in the first place.

But, this particular fowlbeast picks up an ear of rice, flaps its wings, and tarries on the peak of a hill.

Its heart beats, and beats, as if something is about to burst out––

A gust of wind blows by, causing the saplings to wobble.

The rivers flow without cease, the water coursing.

The mountains and rivers rise, the earth and soil rumbling.

The trees plant their roots, their shadows swaying.

As if sensing something, the fowlbeast takes flight once more with the ear of rice in its mouth, two seeds of rice falling into the boundless paddies.

Swish, swoosh... swish, swoosh––

A pair of eyes open.

...You?

You've come back?