After Pan Xuan left, Phoenix Perch Mountain returned to its usual tranquility.
Parasol leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and the mountain stream babbled on as before.
The black and white stones on the board still held the unfinished position from earlier, but only Fuxi and Nuwa remained beside the stone platform.
Nuwa gazed in the direction where Pan Xuan's escape light had vanished, saying nothing for a long time.
There was a feeling in her heart she could neither explain nor describe.
Pan Xuan had been open and composed throughout his visit, entirely sincere when inviting Fuxi to join the Divine Dao. Even after she refused him, he showed no displeasure, instead accepting it calmly.
Such magnanimity was indeed admirable, but what concerned her more was his final, meaningful remark.
"Brother."
Nuwa turned to Fuxi. "
That remark Pan Xuan made before leaving seemed intended specifically for you.
The Divine Dao Network covers the Primordial World, with heaven's secrets flowing through it, allowing you to divine them with the Bagua.
What was he hinting at?"
Fuxi did not answer immediately.
He sat cross-legged on the stone platform again, and a phantom image of the Innate Eight Trigrams slowly unfolded before him, its configurations circulating ceaselessly through the void.
After a moment, he raised his head, his gaze gentle but carrying a measure of gravity.
"He was hinting that the Divine Dao Network could help me divine things that normally escape notice.
He did not specify what, but by my reckoning, they likely concern Teacher Hong Jun."
Nuwa's expression shifted slightly. She was about to speak when Fuxi raised a hand to stop her gently.
"You need not worry, Sister. Pan Xuan acts with a keen sense of propriety. Since he merely hinted rather than speaking plainly, he did not