"The laws of the Heavenly Dao ran on the will of a Confucian Sage? They were still a little short of affecting me."
Su Lin, who had put one foot through the portal and then pulled it back, rubbed his chin and experimented with interest. His connection to home remained intact; he could return even without the portal created by the Cross-Boundary Talisman.
"That setup would work pretty well for a second movie. I might as well put the Film Crew together, but Mr. Qu isn't here this time."
Su Lin folded his oil-paper umbrella and planted it on the ground. With his back to the figure emerging from the gap in the Bronze Gate, he asked:
"Hey, you over there. Interested in being a camera? Full benefits, excellent pay, and a guaranteed ticket to the Supreme Realm."
True Immortal Beiwǔ quietly studied Su Lin. This should have been a being at the very pinnacle of heaven and earth. As on their previous encounters, Su Lin seemed to be playing among mortals without trying to make a show of it. Simply standing there, he appeared distant and beyond reach.
This world had not made him so. He had always been that way.
"Your Excellency Su Lin, I'm prepared to fail."
True Immortal Beiwǔ withdrew his complicated gaze and steadied his mind. "But I think that, apart from who owns All-Heavens City, we have no irreconcilable differences."
Even the world's will, an incarnation of that powerful being, could not restrain Su Lin. He had attacked those gods and demons without hesitation. Evidently, he was no indecisive man.
True Immortal Beiwǔ had expected as much, but this was the first time he had felt what it was like to punch cotton.
"People can't die in All-Heavens City. If you call yourself its