Old Daoist smiled wryly. "I don't know about that either. Wait until your junior brother comes back, then ask him yourself!"
Donghuang Shuyu looked toward the back mountain.
Clouds and mist shrouded the mountainside. Where was her junior brother?
Old Daoist continued, "This time, you first faced a life-or-death crisis in the secret realm, then took a pill and broke through another realm. I'd say it was worth it."
Donghuang Shuyu sighed softly. "Master, I'm afraid my junior brother hates me now."
Old Daoist smiled. "I doubt it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought you back from the secret realm!"
Standing on the cliff's edge, Wang Xian felt a little lost.
While Donghuang Shuyu had spent the night there, he had returned to the courtyard to recover.
Though he hadn't taken any spirit pills, his vitality had returned.
With his master's help, he tempered his body with spirit medicines, and the wounds on him gradually healed.
He simply stared at the cliff before him, lost in thought. Once he had quieted down, he recalled the three thousand stone steps in his martial uncle's Heavenly Book World.
He hadn't grasped even the slightest trace of the laws on those steps.
Staring at the cliff hidden in the clouds and mist, he couldn't help murmuring to himself.
"Master, are there really three thousand Great Daos in those so-called three thousand stone steps?"
"How do you know there aren't?"
Dongfang Nishang's voice came from behind him. She replied calmly, "Although the three thousand Great Daos exist only in legend, there are always records of their methods somewhere in the world."
Wang Xian nodded and asked, "What brings you here, Martial Uncle?"
He still wanted to ask about the gravity on the stone steps, but he knew that seeing the Heavenly Book even once