The Old Man of Heaven Island

Just as Moyun was about to meditate again, an old man's voice suddenly echoed through the silent space.

"Young man, the things you dream of are the things you care about most."

Moyun abruptly opened his eyes upon hearing the voice. It seemed this person was the one who had been silently following him all along.

But he had yet to determine whether the man was friend or foe, so he did not intend to speak.

After waiting a long while without receiving a reply from Moyun, the old man cleared his throat. "Young man, is there nothing you wish to ask?"

"No. Please shut up."

Moyun replied flatly, showing no intention of giving the old man any respect.

The old man's face turned green with anger as he snapped, "Do you know why you dreamed of those things?! Because you toy with life and death, showing no respect for the dead, nor for the living!"

Hearing himself being accused for no reason, Moyun instantly opened his eyes and frowned at the empty air. "No, may I ask who exactly you are? Did I piss on your grave or something?"

Being criticized out of nowhere was bad enough, and this person had played tricks on him before. Anyone would have been angry.

The old man was once again enraged by Moyun's words. Why was this brat so sharp-tongued at such a young age?!

"You, you have no humility at all!"

"I have no need to be polite to someone who toyed with me."

Moyun responded indifferently. Besides, this old man had been secretly following him ever since he arrived on the island. Who knew what unspeakable secrets he was hiding?

"When did I toy with you?! I merely guided you. What you dreamed of was still your own choice, because