Weak, Yet Sovereign

"You—what nonsense are you spouting?"

The Dao Ancestor frowned as he stared at Li Changshou, as if trying to see whether Li Changshou was joking. Seeing Li Changshou's solemn expression, he added, "Do not speak such words. How could this poor Daoist be the same person as your Senior?"

Li Changshou stared at the Dao Ancestor. Though only half a zhang separated them, his gaze was sharp as a blade at this moment, as though it could pierce through the Dao Ancestor's eyes.

The square tabletop of the low table still held the Cloud Mirror, within which Sun Wukong's situation was displayed.

The Bamboo house fell silent for a while.

"Fellow Daoist refuses to admit it?" Li Changshou asked softly.

"This slander is utterly preposterous," the Dao Ancestor answered blandly.

Neither of them displayed the slightest hint of imposing might. They seemed to be chatting about household matters, yet an ineffable Dao rhythm existed between them.

Thunder lurked in silence; battle cries rose amid tranquility.

It was like the familiar "calm before the storm," but this stillness was ultimately shattered by Li Changshou's loud laughter.

"Ha ha, hahaha! I knew Fellow Daoist would not admit it. After all, if these truths were made public, the Primordial World would descend into chaos. Who knew how many living beings would vanish in despair, or whether Teacher would reopen heaven and earth to create another realm. Fellow Daoist does not dare admit it, does he?"

The Dao Ancestor said blandly, "If this matter were true, what would this poor Daoist not dare admit? Heaven and earth will not shatter over any matter. The disappearance of living beings in despair is merely because their hearts are too fragile. Your teacher carries on the Pangu God's last wish. What he does is watch over the