Primordial World.
Eastern Kunlun.
Zhou Qingqing slowly returned to the Lotus Pond where she had first begun.
Although she had returned once during the Hundred Schools of Thought some time ago, stepping into this place again still filled Zhou Qingqing with a sense of familiarity.
Her junior brother was still her junior brother, the tree was still that tree, the water was still that water, and the stone was still that stone.
Oh no, after becoming a Dao Ancestor, even my literary aura has emerged. These few lines feel so poetic!
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Within the Three Pure Ones Hall.
The Three Pure Ones, who had not yet entered their cultivation states, were nearly shaken speechless by their disciple's inner thoughts.
They truly had no idea where their disciple's so-called literary aura was.
Was separating simple words and saying them one by one considered literary?
Neither Lord Wenqu Star nor the Wenchang Great Emperor could acknowledge that, all right?
But after considering who Lord Wenqu Star and the Wenchang Great Emperor were now, the Three Pure Ones felt that even this thought of theirs was wrong.
If those two heard that it was the Azure Lotus Dao Ancestor, the Creation Dao Venerate, who had said it, they would definitely claim that it possessed literary charm.
Zhou Qingqing had no idea that her three masters had begun arguing over her casual remark.
If she had known, she would certainly have told them what the meaning of piling up such simple words was.
Zhou Qingqing did not disturb the younger generation cultivating atop Eastern Kunlun.
With her cultivation as a Dao Venerate, doing such things was naturally effortless.
Only after decisively bringing out her little stool and fruit platter did Zhou Qingqing turn her gaze back toward the stone within the Lotus Pond.
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