What kind of person could capture someone and throw them into a goldfish bowl to raise them in captivity?
It was a very strange and absurd question... at first hearing.
But Mo Mo and Ling Feng fell into deep thought because of Zhan'er's question... People raised people, people ate people—could there also be such a fishbowl somewhere in the unseen world?
The thought flashed through both their minds like a bolt of lightning they had no time to dodge, leaving their scalps numb and cold sweat pouring down their backs.
Mo Mo's mana suddenly went out of control, surging wildly through his body. His face turned red, then blue, then pale, while his body trembled slightly.
"The Great Dao is formless, giving birth to Heaven and Earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, moving the Sun-Moon..."
Suddenly, a deep voice came from far away, reciting a calming scripture widely circulated and known by everyone in the Daoist world.
"...I do not know its name, so I forcibly call it the Dao. The Dao has clarity and turbidity, movement and stillness; Heaven is clear and Earth is turbid, Heaven moves and Earth is still..."
Amid the recitation came the crisp sound of a bell. Its appearance seemed to give Mo Mo's uncontrolled mana a guide, and it gradually returned to its original path.
"The root descends and flows into the branches, giving birth to all things. Clarity is the source of turbidity. Movement is the foundation of stillness. When people can remain constantly clear and still, Heaven and Earth will return to them completely."
Mo Mo and Ling Feng both exhaled long breaths of foul air, and their breathing returned to normal.
A very young-looking man had arrived, but his hair was already gray-white. If his hair had been black, he