Only Heaven knew whether there had been some misunderstanding. In any case, Qin Fen was not chatting with the Queen Mother now, so he could not see her thoughts and naturally did not feel as exhilarated as before. Still, her expression and demeanor had given everything away. Qin Fen knew this woman was definitely imagining things again. He did not know what she was thinking, but it could not be anything good.
"Can we talk properly? Less scheming, more sincerity!" Qin Fen looked at the Queen Mother, agitated. "Let's not play these pointless games. Just tell me—how did you get here?"
"Isn't that my question? You did this on purpose!" The Queen Mother was a little bewildered too. Would it kill you not to play games?
"Did you have any strange experiences?" That was what Qin Fen wanted to figure out. He wanted to know what method the Heavenly Dao had used.
"No. Because of what happened between the Heavenly Dao and the Asura Path, I had just gotten home. It had something to do with you, too. Then I suddenly felt dazed and arrived in the Mortal Realm, somewhere called Shennongjia, I think. There, I ran into that Little Fatty—the demon spirit! I asked him about it too. He said the oil lamp seemed to flare up for an instant before it vanished, and then I appeared!" The Queen Mother wanted to understand it as well. At their level, every detail could be tied to some secret.
When cultivation reached a bottleneck, what one came into contact with would inevitably be laws—the rules of heaven and earth. There was no love without reason, nor hatred without reason. Everything left traces to follow. That was the Dao.
An oil lamp? A wish? A realization arose in Qin Fen's heart. Wasn't