That night, Wang Qi ultimately did not manage to work on the big problem. He stayed on the roof all night. Even after the spiritual radiance in the sky had completely faded and Mao Zimiao returned to her room with the two children, he still sat there alone.
It was not until a streak of white light pierced through the dark clouds that he realized dawn had broken.
It was already the first day of the new year.
Wang Qi stretched, lightly tapped off with his toes, and rode the wind down from the roof. Zhen Chanzi asked, "What is it? Not going to savor it a little longer? This was your first time spending an important moment with a girl, wasn't it?"
"Old man, your moral bottom line has really gone offline lately... You weren't like this ten thousand years ago, were you?"
"If this old man had shown this face before his disciples ten thousand years ago, Mount Luofu Mystic Clarity Palace would not have needed the Emperor-Grade Heaven-Splitting Dao to destroy it." Zhen Chanzi still sounded utterly unconcerned. "As the saying goes, one who lies down with ink grows black. Besides, with this old man's ten thousand years of experience, I have seen far more people and events with no lower limit than this."
All right. Expecting an antique who had never been online... who had never entered the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm to understand the word "offline" was clearly unrealistic.
After the joking ended, Wang Qi said seriously, "Old man, you can vaguely discern another person's state of mind from the aura of their mana, right? How do I look now?"
He had stayed up there all night precisely to use an ancient visualization method to sort through his thoughts anew.
By Wang Qi's own reckoning,