Thousand-Mile Eye's eyes were bloodshot, and he dared not speak. Wanting to cry but having no tears wasn't the point anymore. A ravaged backside and pain everywhere-that was the story of his life.
Wind-Following Ear looked at his buddy, wanting to help but having no idea how to resolve this, because the duty star official beside them was about to faint. At last, an exceptional talent had arrived, someone they actually liked. But why the hell did he have to be a fan of Qin Fen?
Thousand-Mile Eye looked at Zhang Heng. If only he hadn't added that final conclusion. "Why is it Dongwang Gong again?" he muttered. He meant every word. If there hadn't been so many people around, he would have grabbed Zhang Heng by the collar and demanded to know whether he was here to apply for a job or discuss his ideals. Discussing ideals was fine, but why did he have to drag Qin Fen into it?
"If you hadn't mentioned Dao Follows Nature, I really wouldn't have remembered!" Zhang Heng said, his face brimming with excitement, just like a child writing an essay about what he wanted to be when he grew up.
"I'm just someone who tinkers with mechanisms. I'd always thought I'd gone in the wrong direction after becoming an immortal. I'd lost the drive I had as a mortal, and I felt that doing this was chasing small gains while losing sight of the bigger prize, failing to make the best use of things. I was lost once, too. I had my doubts. But ever since the book Doraemon came out, it was as though I'd seen a ray of light in the darkness, a sunset before dawn.
"The patriarch's wisdom showed me the way and kept me from losing myself. Walk