Ouyang silently took out his notebook and tore off another page.
The once-thick notebook had now become pitifully thin.
Only one sheet of paper remained, all alone in the notebook.
And on that sheet was only a single line.
Although he could not see it now, how could Ouyang forget the line he had written with his own hand?
When he wrote that line, he had stared silently at the paper for a long time.
Every stroke, every mark he put down had likewise made Ouyang's own heart ache unbearably.
"Big Boss! I'm here to pick you up!" Little Bie San's voice came from behind him.
Ouyang hurriedly put away the notebook with its single remaining page and put a faint smile on his face.
Seeing the strip of cloth tied over Ouyang's eyes, Little Bie San was startled and blurted out, "Big Boss, what happened to you?"
Ouyang did not answer Little Bie San's question. Instead, he raised a hand and pointed at the sky, saying with a smile, "Little San! Didn't you see that upside-down sky up there?"
Little Bie San looked up at the inverted world in the sky and said, somewhat bewildered, "It looks like something out of a dream. It feels like something in that world is drawing me in!"
"Shall we go there together when we have time?" Ouyang suddenly asked with a smile.
"Go there?" Little Bie San swallowed, feeling all along that something would happen upon arriving there.
After ten years of studying the Dao, Little Bie San had already shed that former monkeyish manner.
Although Little Bie San still had a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, that monkey face was filled with composure and calm, and those smoky-looking eyes were full of a cultivator's celestial bearing.
When it came to discussing