"So what exactly did 'standing tall between heaven and earth' mean?"
The bald Golden Roc scratched his head and asked Murong Feng.
"It was used to praise men, but I always felt... Senior Qin hadn't meant that."
"Then what did Senior Qin mean?"
"Go play. You don't need to think about such complicated things for now. After a while, I won't even need to explain it—given your wisdom, it won't be hard for you to understand."
Murong Feng patted his shiny bald head, pity written across his face.
By then, Li Mo had finished the last dish, and Ying Bing was nearly done cleaning up. She called everyone over to wash their hands and eat.
There were quite a few people. Several tables had been shoved together, and even with the long benches, they only barely managed to squeeze in.
The Demon Race members all held spoons, taking up two-thirds of the space.
The four members of the Li family sat together. Then there were Shang Wu and Qin Yuzhi, who had originally lived in Autumn Water Pavilion, with Shang Qinqing seated beside them.
"I..."
Elder Qian had just returned, ready to dig in, only to discover there was not even a place for him to sit.
"Uh, it's actually fine if I don't eat dinner..."
Though Li Dalong sounded somewhat affected, he was still fairly polite.
"There's no need for that."
Elder Qian smiled calmly. "There was no road in this world to begin with; the road lay beneath one's feet. So long as you wished to eat, you would always find a place."
With that, he rose into the air. Before anyone could even see clearly, a bowl had appeared in his hand, complete with a pork knuckle inside.
"Hm?"
Li Mo had just taken a sip of