Void.
Old Jiang stood alone within a cosmic bubble.
Overlooking the scene on Earth.
"Liu Di is about to make a move on Gu Fan. Your lover's high-dimensional summoning is about to be buried as well."
Old Jiang's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He sighed toward the sky. "What the hell is going on?!"
"Next, he's going to undress Gu Fan. Old Jiang won't be watching that."
He slowly turned around, putting his back to Earth and facing the depths of the universe.
Then he suddenly heard a series of tinkling sounds, like wind chimes stirred by a gentle breeze.
A figure draped in a gray cloth robe approached slowly, leaning on a cane.
The distance of each of his steps was infinitely vast, yet infinitely small. His gaze fell upon Old Jiang.
Old Jiang froze. "He can see me. His dimension is not low!"
The figure seemed to "walk" up to Old Jiang and slowly came to a stop.
Creak, creak.
A rubbing sound came from the figure's right hand. He held two stone spheres in his palm, constantly rolling them around. They resembled the steel balls elderly people on Earth played with, rotating them in their hands to stimulate the various acupoints in their palms and keep their blood flowing smoothly.
Old Jiang narrowed his eyes and looked closely.
One of the "stone spheres" in the other man's hand was crimson, while the other was emerald green. Both had detailed surfaces and enormous craters.
Old Jiang's expression changed in shock. Two planets?!
Tinkle.
Tinkle.
The wind-chime-like sound came again, drawing Old Jiang's attention.
He abruptly looked up and saw numerous ornaments hanging from the top of the old man's cane.
They were clusters of white mist, each the size of a palm, slowly rotating with starlight flickering