A silence fell after the words.
Dante Slough, the ascetic saint, showed no intense change on his weathered face. He merely gazed deeply, very deeply, into Su Li, his eyes burning with Holy Flame seemed as if they would penetrate Su Li's soul completely. Time seemed to freeze.
After a few breaths, Dante slowly, very solemnly, nodded his head.
"The way of balance..." Dante's voice remained deep, yet it was like a prayer of a believer, a holy hymn: "The flame of order burns away the darkness, only then can fertile land be cultivated; the radiance of life nourishes all things, only then can order persist. The point of the blade guards; dual aspects, ceaseless cycle... Well... well a way of balance!"
