The Sage was not an enemy. Ao Can could confirm that much, and the Sage had not rejected the plan in his mind.
Then he would search for whatever he had forgotten himself, as he laid his plans across Heaven and Earth!
He knew he had forgotten something, and he, too, had transmigrated into this world. There was no reason he could not discover just what he had forgotten!
This was his confidence as a transmigrator, and the greatest trump card his future self had given his present self!
Gathering his thoughts, Ao Can looked at Bo Huang, who was clutching the Meditation Cushion and staring blankly at him. He smiled and said, "Now that the Xiantian Three Clans are gone, you can be considered safe, fellow Daoist. What do you intend to do?"
Hearing Ao Can's question, Bo Huang immediately understood that Ao Can was preparing to part ways with him!
Ever since meeting Ao Can, all he had done was follow behind him. Every plan Ao Can had laid had been for this moment.
But Bo Huang was somewhat lost as to how he should walk his own path.
"Are you going to abandon me, fellow Daoist?" Bo Huang asked quietly, feeling somewhat wronged.
Ao Can said with something of a headache, "Your Dao is yours to seek, fellow Daoist. If I help you seek it, I fear you will never find your own Dao!"
Everyone had their own destiny, and a Dao that belonged to them alone.
How could Bo Huang not understand what Ao Can meant? But he had always been content with things as they were, and after experiencing so much, he was instead left somewhat at a loss.
Especially since he had obtained one of the forty-eight Meditation Cushions in the Sage's Daoist Abode.