At the Academy, Fuzi's avatar was as food-obsessed as ever.
"Your Majesty!"
Lin Yi nodded and looked at the old man, Fuzi, with a smile. "You really are something, with that appetite of yours..."
"Haha, it's my only hobby. If I gave even that up, life wouldn't be worth living.
The world has grown much larger. Looks like you've made great progress. I can't afford to slack off either."
The latter half of Fuzi's words left everyone baffled, but Lin Yi understood.
"Haha, I suppose we're about even. Though we were separated, as long as you're still around, it's fine.
I imagine your progress hasn't been bad either!"
Fuzi could not deny it. His true body had indeed made progress—considerable progress.
More importantly, that place was simply too vast. Powerful cultivators were as numerous as fish crossing a river, beyond counting.
From the memories his true body had sent back, he had even seen a Willow Tree that towered into the heavens and stretched boundlessly into the distance. Seeing it was like seeing the Dao itself.
"Yes, the path of cultivation is endless. There is no strongest, only stronger!
Still, compared to you, I'm far behind.
Oh, right. Aren't you going to acknowledge them? Your daughter is there, and so is your wife, but they don't know who you are. If this old man didn't know the reason, I'd think you were a scumbag."
Fuzi was referring to Shui Bi, an elder of Qingyun, and Shui Yuechu, the master of Xiaozhu Peak.
Lin Yi rolled his eyes at him and said irritably, "Forget it. As long as I'm watching from the shadows, the mother and daughter won't be in any danger.
Besides, perhaps not knowing I exist—and thus having no one to rely on—will benefit their cultivation more."
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