"Xiao Bai, have you really lost all your cultivation? How do you have so much energy?" Ouyang, who was likewise walking behind Bai Feiyu, spoke with some irritation.
When Bai Feiyu really began traveling on foot, taking one solid step after another, Ouyang was the one who grew impatient.
There was no other reason: the boy was simply walking too slowly.
He stopped three times with every step, even taking an interest in fiddling with the flowers and plants beside the road. Now and then, he took out paper and a brush to record them, looking every bit like a geological survey expert.
As Bai Feiyu carefully took notes, he said, "Didn't you tell me to write a book, Eldest Senior Brother? I suddenly had an idea: to write a book that could record this entire world!"
When Ouyang had suddenly told him to write a book before, Bai Feiyu had been somewhat puzzled. But now that he was traveling on foot, time was the very thing he had in abundance. He might as well stop and record what he saw and heard.
"Oh? Does this book have a name?" Ouyang asked curiously.
"I haven't named it yet. I don't even know what to write. I'm just jotting things down as I go!" Bai Feiyu shook his head as he answered.
Ouyang smiled as he said, "Then why not call it the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"
"The Classic of Mountains and Seas? Will mountains and waters all find their way into this book? It is indeed a good name!" Bai Feiyu nodded and answered casually.
Of course it was a fucking good name. It was practically a divine book!
*How could a native like Xiao Bai know about a divine book whose name had thundered in everyone's ears in