Bu Jingyun's Request, the True Meaning of Life!

"Knock!" "Knock!" "Knock!"

Three soft knocks woke Jiang Dali, who had been immersed in using his internal energy to regulate his body and nourish the Three Origins.

After slowly ending his meditation, he exhaled a breath of stale air. Without opening the door, he already knew who was knocking outside. Still, he found it rather strange and wondered what the ever-icy boy wanted.

Channeling his energy into his palm, Jiang Dali casually sent out a stream of true qi from his Laogong Acupoint.

The bead curtain inside the room did not move in the slightest, yet the true qi curved around and became a suction force, pulling open the door with a creak and revealing Bu Jingyun outside, who stood only as high as Jiang Dali's waist.

"Come in."

Jiang Dali spoke calmly.

Ever since Jiang Dali had brought Bu Jingyun back, the boy had obediently drunk water, eaten, and slept over the past few days, but he had not uttered another word. One could almost mistake him for a mute.

Although Jiang Dali had long understood the child's strange temperament, he did not particularly like this cold block of wood. Moreover, he had been busy healing his injuries, and once healed, he had to deal with enemies like Tie Kuangtu and the Heavenly Monk, who had come seeking revenge with their wild fantasies. Thus, he had neglected the boy even more.

But now that the boy had come looking for him on his own, Jiang Dali became curious about what this cold block of wood wanted.

Bu Jingyun answered and entered the room. He stopped before the bead curtain without moving or making a sound.

What Jiang Dali disliked most was the child's silent, aloof demeanor. His gaze darkened slightly as he said, "Remember this. The next time you