Su Changxing thought it might be because the shoes were too dirty, so he took them off, revealing feet covered in filthy blood and rot. The flesh on the little toe of his left foot had completely fallen off, leaving only bare white bone.
Putting his feet in the water, he felt a warmth.
Yet, he still left a series of black footprints behind him, floating on the water's surface.
"The feet are dirty too."
Like a man possessed, he continually rubbed his feet with his hands, seemingly wanting to scrub all the filth away. But the more he scrubbed, the more the flesh fell off.
At a certain moment, he stopped, realizing it wasn't he who was dirty, but his thoughts and mindset.
How could human thoughts remain untainted, as pure as the water's surface?
That would be a fantasy.
"Maybe only a Divine Spirit can achieve that?"
He pondered aloud.
