The Buddha's Son quietly watched the Heavenly Court immortal official before him.
No matter how hard Tang Qingyuan tried to hide it, that fleeting look of desolation could not escape the discerning eyes of the Myriad-Forms Heaven Realm.
A debt of love, or perhaps a debt of gratitude.
He truly had not expected it... that a single word—love—could cloud the Dao heart of a Wandering Void Sea cultivator, even driving him to risk being called to account by the Heavenly Court just to seek liberation from the Buddhist Sect.
"Just as I thought... women are the most terrifying things..."
He could not help sighing with emotion, and accidentally said it aloud.
Tang Qingyuan looked over in confusion. "What did the Buddha's Son just say?"
"Nothing."
The monk awkwardly changed the subject and sighed softly. "Actually, Fellow Daoist Tang, many things look different when viewed another way."
"The spring breeze brushes willow branches, and the willow branches sway with the wind. When the wind stops, the willows grow still. Do you think the wind owes the willow branches, or the willow branches have wronged the wind?"
Tang Qingyuan froze for a moment, his brows knitting as he sank into thought.
A few breaths passed.
He suddenly raised his head, enlightenment dawning upon him.
"What does that mean?"
"..."
The Buddha's Son rolled his eyes and looked at him helplessly.
So after all that guidance, the man had not understood even half a word.
"How about this?"
The Buddha's Son sighed, pressed his palms together, and put it in simpler terms. "Tell me a few of the most sorrowful, most despairing things you can imagine."
Tang Qingyuan scratched his head and began pondering seriously.
"If we are talking about sorrow..."
He ventured, "The road of the Great Dao ahead is pitch-black?"
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