"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly; the butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. Is that Daoism?"
The story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly greatly interested Ling, and it also sparked her deep interest in Daoism. Philosophies like the Hundred Schools of Thought did not exist in this world's Great Yan.
Daoism, with its theories and teachings, had an extremely broad range of applications. It worked in both ordinary worlds and worlds of immortals and martial heroes, making it particularly suitable for Ling.
"Going to another world to avoid it... that is a good idea. I'll contact Big Brother and see what he says." No one wanted to die if they could avoid it, not even Ling, who had already come to terms with death. If she simply vanished like this, her greatest regret would probably be never getting another chance to see these magnificent lands and taste the wine in her cup. Those were her greatest pleasures.
Now, fine wine and the sights of other worlds were both within reach. Naturally, Ling was very interested.
Shen Fei did not care much about Ling contacting their eldest brother. If they were willing to leave, he did not mind taking them along. Of course, that applied only to people like Ling, who did not cause trouble. Their second brother, for example, was absolutely out of the question—at least for now.
Shen Fei had never asked how many siblings Nian had, since that counted as their private matter. Still, based on the plot, he could roughly infer that there should be twelve. Before he transmigrated, some people had guessed there were nine, since dragons had nine sons.
But judging from Xi's situation, twelve was probably correct.
After they had discussed everything, the group left Xi's painting scroll. Xi, however, had no desire