Falling Star Plain

The moon hung at zenith.

Only then did this tea-fueled Dao discussion come to an end.

The two from the Myriad Manifestations Sect watched Gu Yuanqing leave.

Ji Chang stood with his hands behind his back and said, "This fellow Daoist Gu is no simple man."

Zhao Yunting said, "He truly is not simple. His comprehension of the Great Dao is exquisitely profound. Senior Brother, do you think brother Gu might be a Yin-Yang Great Cultivator?"

Ji Chang nodded. "Most likely. Earlier, I asked him several questions concerning the cultivation of the Yin-Yang Dao, yet in his eyes, they seemed like nothing more than a thin sheet of paper over a window lattice—something that could be pierced with a breath. There was not the slightest gravity or hesitation in his words, as though taking that step was merely the natural course of water flowing into a channel!

"He even... seemed to view it all from above, casually pointing it out with a few light words. It was not as though he were deducing and exploring the Yin-Yang Dao, but rather an almost instinctive understanding—the gaze and guidance of one standing high above, looking down upon the barriers below.

"Yunting, think about it. If he had not experienced it himself and far surpassed that stage, how could he speak of the mysteries of yin and yang with such effortless ease, striking straight at their essence?"

Zhao Yunting nodded. "Senior Brother is right. In that case, when Martial Uncle Qi from the Spiritual Treasure Holy Land came to the Heavenly Human Inn a few days ago, he must have been looking for brother Gu."

"That should be it. This is the Cultivation World, not the Spirit Realm. Even before Heaven's Gate Forbidden Zone, where would one find so many Yin-Yang Great Cultivators,