"Uncle Suiyi, you actually know him too?" Xue Qingcheng looked at Xu Xuan strangely. Xu Xuan could only nod, then laughed. "Heh heh, of course I know him. But please don't call me Uncle anymore. I've already been expelled from the sect. If your previous City Lord master hadn't died and your father hadn't invited me back, I wouldn't have returned."
"No matter what, you did save my life once, so I'll just call you Uncle Suiyi. Also, what are you hiding from me for? Could it be that I smell bad?" Xue Qingcheng snorted.
"How could the Young City Lord possibly smell bad!?" Xu Xuan hurriedly waved his hands, smiling bitterly. "I'm the one who stinks, I stink! And I wasn't hiding from you. I just felt that there was nothing left I could teach the Young City Lord, so I didn't dare meet you again."
"Teach me what? Oh right, that world I told you about—have you found a reasonable explanation yet? The myriad worlds, the Three Thousand Great Daos, the Three Great Dao Arts, the Supreme Laws that I know about—have you remembered any of them?" Xue Qingcheng asked curiously.
Xu Xuan slapped his forehead, then immediately grabbed me over. "This old fool is too stupid. How could I understand such profound things? All these years, I've paced around Sky City without leaving. I've walked over every inch of ground and racked my brains until they nearly split. If the sky had stamina, I probably would have worn even it through by now. But this stuff about the myriad worlds and the Three Thousand Great Daos—I truly can't figure it out. However, Young City Lord, I happened to meet him these past two days! He can definitely do it. There are plenty of questions that become clear