Xuan Songzi had only said that in passing. Hearing Xiao Hua's words, he could only answer helplessly, "Therefore, this poor Daoist can only take the path of cultivating a scattered nascent soul for now, and wait until there is an opportunity in the future... before considering possession again!"
"Since there is a road, there is an end to it. Fellow Daoist Xuan Song, if you cultivate a scattered nascent soul and become a loose immortal, then no matter how many hardships and dangers lie ahead, this Xiao will absolutely support you!" Xiao Hua said, looking at Xuan Songzi word by word. "But if it is possession, this Xiao may not..."
At this point, Xiao Hua said no more. He believed Xuan Songzi understood what he meant.
Xuan Songzi did not know where Xiao Hua's confidence came from, but an inexplicable feeling of gratitude rose within him. He cupped his hands and said, "This poor Daoist does not dare hope for the future. I only wish to first get through the present crisis."
"Indeed, take one step and speak of the next. There is no need to worry too much about the future." Xiao Hua knew Xuan Songzi was in poor spirits, and there was little he could say to comfort him, so he merely spoke casually.
Who would have thought that Xuan Songzi would say seriously, "True Person Xiao, you do not know this, but all of this is heaven's will!"
"Heaven's will?" Xiao Hua was stunned, completely baffled.
"As early as... six hundred years ago..." As Xuan Songzi spoke, his tone became somewhat weathered. His gaze fell upon the clouds before the flying carriage, as though he were recalling the past. "This poor Daoist had just entered the Golden Core stage. In order to find a suitable cultivation method,