In the real world, Zhao Cheng seemed not to notice Zhao Xiaoxiang's movements at all, wholly absorbed in the great endeavor of fishing.
As for the truth, he was doing it deliberately.
For someone like Zhao Xiaoxiang—too lively, so lively that she seemed to have a rebellious bone growing out of the back of her head—suppression was useless. One had to strike at her heart.
And how did one strike at the heart? Naturally, by making her yearn for something she could not attain.
The pool of calamity fortune before her looked within reach. Obtaining it meant attaining the Dao, reaping great merit and fruit, and taking Zhao Xiaoxiang's grand undertaking of displaying sanctity before the masses another step forward. Yet in truth, all of it was merely flowers in a mirror, moons in water.
The more desperately one sought it, the farther away it became. Yet if one did not seek it, one would not obtain it either.
But how could anyone with an intense heart for seeking the Dao possibly refrain from seeking?!
Though Zhao Xiaoxiang's heart for the Dao had gone somewhat astray, anyone who could prove Mythology naturally possessed no weak resolve in seeking the Dao.
Once she had a desire, Zhao Cheng had her by the weak spot.
Of course, it was not entirely about taking revenge. Zhao Cheng also wanted to temper Zhao Xiaoxiang's temperament a little.
Being lawless and unrestrained was not necessarily a bad thing, but being nothing but lawless and unrestrained meant going to an extreme.
As the saying went: subdue the heart-ape, tether the mind-horse. This was precisely it.
As for Zhao Xiaoxiang, at the Mythology realm, her mind could hardly be called anything but steadfast. Yet with the Great Dao right before her, after several fruitless attempts at fishing,