Scenes from Those Years: the Old Daoist and Wu Ming, the next day.
An old Daoist had only just reached the outskirts of the Wuya Sect when an old woman blocked his path.
The latter looked thoroughly displeased, her arms folded across her chest as she stared at him and sneered repeatedly. "Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this the romantic young talent from back then? Pretty impressive—you even dared to block my contact method. What? Afraid I'd harass you? Don't forget what happened back then..."
The old Daoist was so startled that his soul nearly left his body. Afraid that this old secret would be overheard again, he immediately looked around, then reached out to cover Wu Ming's mouth. "Enough. It's been a hundred million years. We're both ancient now—can't you settle down a little? Why bring up what happened back then?"
Wu Ming's gaze was full of contempt. "So what if a hundred million years have passed? Weren't you the one who brought it up...?"
The old Daoist's soul nearly shattered again. He hurriedly shouted, "I told you not to mention it, so why are you still bringing it up? Don't blame this poor Daoist for turning his back on you."
Wu Ming had been holding in a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it, only to be contradicted as well. She suddenly snapped, "You cultivate the Dao—you haven't withdrawn from the mortal world. What are you pretending for, acting like you have no seven emotions and six desires?"
"Now you blame me for bringing up the past. If you had the guts, then don't do it in the first place! Besides, you said yourself that countless years have passed, so what does that have to do with you blocking me now?"
As the two argued