Within the River Chart Small World, the breeze was gentle, the sun was bright, and life flourished.
A figure stood quietly among the clouds.
Taichu.
He had not deliberately concealed his aura, yet no one in the entire world could sense his presence.
For he himself represented the rules of heaven and earth.
How could fish in water perceive the existence of water?
He simply gazed down quietly at the land below, his gaze piercing the clouds and passing through mountains and rivers.
He saw Xie Changsheng's time, Zhou Yan's karma, Murong Li's fate, and Song Chi's butt.
He also saw... Luo Hongyi, and that book.
He watched for a long time.
Until footsteps treading upon the clouds sounded behind him.
"Since you're here, why not say hello?"
Taichu did not turn around.
He knew who had come. In the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, only one person was qualified to discuss the Dao with him.
"I am you, and you are me."
Taichu spoke indifferently. "Is there any need to exchange pleasantries with oneself?"
Behind him, the white-haired Si Chen walked slowly forward and stood beside him.
Hearing that answer, he could not help chuckling and shaking his head.
"Oh?"
"Why do I remember someone once saying... 'You are the Mortal Dust Wanderer, while I am the Supreme Dao'?"
"What? Now you want to claim kinship with me again?"
Si Chen held two cups of freshly brewed immortal tea and casually offered him one.
Unexpectedly, neither of them showed any sign of drawn swords or bent bows. Instead, they seemed to be chatting idly.
Taichu lowered his head and glanced at the teacup offered to him.
He did not refuse, reaching out to take it.
"Verbal sparring is meaningless."
Taichu's gaze settled on Si Chen. "You, on the other hand,