C162 There Is No Law

Above the South Sea, the wind was light.

There was a monk who wore a coarse green robe and walked through the clouds. His expression was calm and sad.

In the monk's arms, there was a pale faced and frail Purple Clothed Woman.

He was walking in the air. With every step the monk took, he would travel a thousand feet to the north.

"Where do you want to go? I'll bring you there