"Acheron? What a strange name. Then is there still a chance for me to step onto a Path someday?"
Acheron thought for a moment before answering.
"I don't know for certain whether you can. There are countless reasons why people step onto a Path,
but I do know that someone who has received an Aeon's gaze should find it easier to step onto a Path in the future.
If you really want to know, you can ask Garden Master Qixiu.
He once reached heights no one else could rival. Perhaps he will have a way."
"Sunday again? Why does everything have something to do with him?"
The mere mention of Sunday irritated Bibi Dong to no end. After all, Qian Renxue talked about him in front of her all day long.
Whether they met in person or exchanged letters, she could hardly get through three sentences without mentioning Sunday.
"I understand. Then please send me back, and sorry for the trouble."
Complaints aside, Bibi Dong still told Acheron that she wanted to go back.
After all, she had no idea how things here related to the outside world. If she returned too late, something unexpected might happen.
Hearing this, Acheron nodded and continued drawing her half-unsheathed Tachi. Their surroundings shifted once more.
"This body is like morning dew, body and name alike perish. The River of Oblivion lies without a ripple; I ferry the wandering across."
As she spoke, Acheron drew the Tachi in her hand and slowly lowered its tip to the ground, sending out a ring of ripples.
Only then did Bibi Dong realize that what lay beneath her feet was not land at all, but something like the surface of a lake. Yet standing upon it, she could not stir a single ripple.
After lowering the blade's