Guardian of the Dao

Liu Guanyi looked at Waste Qing Xuan with a complicated expression. After a moment, Waste Qing Xuan smiled and said, "Since you're already here, why not come in and sit for a while?"

Liu Guanyi stepped forward and bowed deeply. Waste Qing Xuan helped him up with a smile. "I'm not Emperor Qing Xuan. You can just treat me as a friend."

Liu Guanyi straightened, tears streaming down his face.

He knew this was not the real Emperor Qing Xuan. Emperor Qing Xuan would never be so listless, unable even to keep his appearance in order. He would not be so gluttonous, with so many piles of beast bones stacked outside the door. Nor would he be so lustful, with women's clothes hanging in the courtyard.

This Qing Xuan had no lofty ambitions or earth-shaking aspirations. What he was best at was eating his fill and lying flat.

This Qing Xuan was merely the distracting thoughts Emperor Qing Xuan had severed—a useless man who looked exactly like Qing Xuan.

A short while later, Liu Guanyi and Waste Qing Xuan were each lying in a rocking chair, their robes open and bellies exposed as they basked in the sun, looking just as useless as each other.

He had originally been called Ten Wasted Heavenly Lord. Once he became decadent, he was even more useless than Waste Qing Xuan.

The two of them talked about their embarrassing antics from years ago and could not help bursting into laughter.

It seemed they had countless things to say and endless memories to recount.

After talking and laughing for a long while, Liu Guanyi sighed. "Before you severed yourself, you were such a carefree person. We conquered the world together, discussed cultivation techniques and divine abilities together, talked about women's buttocks and breasts together, and