Ouyang looked at the old man before him and said with some displeasure, "You didn't come looking for me in the middle of the night just to poach someone, did you? Haven't you already herded Third into becoming some Holy Son like a duck forced onto a perch?"
Dongxu Zi shook his head. "That isn't why I came. What happened this time finally gave me a complete answer to a question I'd always carried in my heart."
Ouyang motioned for Dongxu Zi to continue.
Dongxu Zi looked at Ouyang and said, "Back when I was young-not to toot my own horn-I pinned down an entire generation's so-called geniuses and beat the shit out of them. But even in my youth, I lived through a catastrophe in the Cultivation World. Apart from the Nine Great Sacred Lands, almost every cultivation sect was destroyed, and countless living beings met violent deaths."
"You mean our era will face another catastrophe?" Remembering what the Tibetan Fox Hu Yan had said, Ouyang looked at Dongxu Zi and asked.
Dongxu Zi did not answer. He merely raised his head to look at the moon. As the two rose higher and higher, they drew ever closer to it.
The enormous moon radiated a soft, pale-yellow light that enveloped Dongxu Zi entirely. With the moonlight at his back, he looked like an immortal as he gazed at Ouyang and said, "That is your generation's business. I'm already old. But what I can do, perhaps, is fend off a few things for you before you grow up, just as your grandmaster did back then."
Dongxu Zi's voice was peaceful and gentle, yet as resolute as an old lion sheltering its cubs beneath its wings.
"Rather than listen to you move yourself to tears in the middle of the night,