Su Mo felt no emotion at Yu Mu's words, as though the matter had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
Without his seven thoughts, Su Mo maintained an attitude of letting everything take its course.
Every day, he did nothing but sit on the floating bridge, watching the mist curl over the placid river.
With Su Mo not moving, the Void Beast was even less inclined to move.
The little golden fish still came before Su Mo every day, poking its head out to absorb the aura of the Great Dao from him.
Everything it brought each day was swallowed into the Void Beast's belly. The beast refused nothing and could eat anything.
Had Su Mo's seven thoughts not left his body, he would never have let it eat many of those things. But now, Su Mo felt little emotion toward anything.
Among the things the little golden fish brought each day, Yu Mu saw many that were enough to make her eyes burn with envy. Yet even with such things, Su Mo never spared them a glance, tossing them all to the Void Beast to eat.
This made her all the more certain that Su Mo was an unparalleled master living in seclusion, one who did not even think those treasures worthy of his notice.
Throughout this time, Yu Mu was extremely considerate, quietly cleaning the little cottage for Su Mo every day, though he never went inside.
Whenever she had nothing to do, Yu Mu would sit behind Su Mo, sensing the Dao intent radiating from him just as the little fish did.
At first, she was exceedingly cautious. Later, seeing that Su Mo turned a blind eye to her behavior, she gradually relaxed.
Whenever she sensed the Dao intent from Su Mo, it shook her to her