Hui Kong's golden body shone with Buddhist light, as though saying something.
A cool breeze blew, swaying the grass along the riverbank.
Su Mo laughed despite himself. "Tell me, if outsiders knew that the great Revered Master Withered Leaf of the Hanging Temple didn't measure up to you in my eyes, wouldn't that be funny?"
"But he really doesn't measure up to you. He's never even seen Destiny."
"Don't ask me what I hope to accomplish by debating the Dao with him. Truth be told, I don't know either."
Su Mo mocked himself as he spoke to himself. "I thought I could find a shadow of you at the Hanging Temple, but it turned out to be worth less than a fart."
"But his cultivation is higher than yours. He has the strength of the Saint Realm, after all."
"You don't have even a scrap of cultivation."
As Su Mo spoke, he grew a little disgruntled. "Look at you. If you'd cultivated properly back then and tried to become a saint in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, would I have to go through all this trouble?"
"And you wouldn't have been driven to your death by a mere Yu Gu."
At this, Su Mo fell silent, his mouth open, without speaking again for a long time.
After an unknown length of time, Su Mo gave a bitter laugh, then shook his head.
"You divined that my life in the Nine Heavens would be lonely and bitter. You really got it right."
"And now that I've come to this world, there's no one left to divine my fate."
"Why don't you divine it for me again and see what my fate in this world holds? I want to cheat. If there's no danger, I'll go run wild."
"If there aren't