His gaze turned toward Lu Qing.
A profound bearing flashed across him in an instant.
"If, as you say, Lu Sheng, one spent an entire lifetime in a grand dream, would it truly be no different from the mortal world?"
"What answer does the old gentleman wish to hear?"
Lu Qing asked in return as he poured the tea. It was still spring bud tea picked before the rains, tender leaves floating upon the surface as their fragrance drifted outward.
He saw the changes in the other man's aura, yet his expression remained calm.
For at this moment, he had vaguely touched upon a thread of the Dongzhen Realm threshold.
"Tell me all of it."
"For Lu Sheng, there is indeed no difference."
"But for me, though dreams are beautiful, they contain no Dao. This place may offer ultimate bliss, reveal the hidden depths, and temper the heart, yet it does not reveal the Dao."
His voice was calm.
The old gentleman opposite him changed expression for an instant, then looked deeply at Lu Qing.
The moment his words fell—
Beyond the wooden windows of the book tower, spring thunder shook the universe.
At the sound of Awakening of Insects, all living things revived.
Spring thunder rumbled.
Rumble—
"It's raining!"
"Get back quickly!"
"Remember to take your umbrellas!"
Spring thunder suddenly exploded in the daylight beyond the window. The spring rain pattered down; at first it was tiny, but within moments, bean-sized drops and rice-grain jade beads strung together, bouncing from the eaves and striking the windows. Mixed with human voices, a clamor spread through the air.
The spring rain was damp, the spring thunder boomed, and those noisy footsteps were all real.
"Then is there Dao in this?"
Old Mister Nan asked.
"Not quite."
"Why?"
"The order of the