As Xie Luohe finished, her voice turned ethereal, trembling slightly with the bumps of the road. She paused. "But I... I believed them. I later discovered that seventy percent of the strange phenomena in these legends all seemed to be about... the same person. A person who lived for nearly eight hundred years."
"Later, I followed that person's footsteps through history. I traveled thousands of miles, crossing countless mountains and traversing the Great Desert to reach its very end. When I finally arrived, I confirmed that this person had indeed been there and had left behind a distinct legend."
"It told of a tall man named Zhu who ran barefoot, covering immense distances in a single day, as fast as thunder and lightning. He worshipped the Scorching Sun. He ran toward the sunset, ever westward, running and running. He crossed countless mountains and rivers alone. Finally, atop a steep peak, he grasped the Scorching Sun in his hands... and melted."
