"..."
He fell silent for a moment, nodded, then turned to Zhou Mengdie. "It's safe outside now. You can wake up."
"Oh... oh."
Zhou Mengdie nodded blankly.
Having said that, Song Yan tried withdrawing his sword intent.
As expected, his figure slowly vanished from the spot.
The two people in the dream exchanged a glance.
"Grandpa, didn't you say no one could get in?"
Zhou Mengdie looked rather doubtful, leaving Zhou Zixiu somewhat embarrassed.
"Ahem, this is precisely the lesson I wanted to teach you."
He said, "The cultivation world holds a myriad of wonders. Anything can exist. Nothing is absolute, so never underestimate others."
"Oh..."
Zhou Mengdie nodded.
"Do you know where this Senior Brother Song of yours comes from?" Zhou Zixiu suddenly asked.
The girl scratched her head. "Senior Brother Song Yan? I don't really know him... I think I've heard Ling'er mention him."
Zhou Zixiu pondered for a moment and sighed.
This child understood nothing and did nothing but sleep all day. Only today had he discovered that someone like Song Yan was actually among her acquaintances.
But thinking about it now, he did bear some responsibility for this.
Subconsciously, he too had vaguely believed that there was nothing worth paying attention to in this remote backwater.
So he had not asked much of her.
"Song Yan..."
He murmured the name, and someone's figure surfaced before his eyes.
"Grandpa, what about Senior Brother Song?"
"Nothing." Zhou Zixiu shook his head. "I just think he might be the successor of an old friend."
"Huh?" Surprise appeared on Zhou Mengdie's face. "Didn't you say you've lived for tens of thousands of years?"
"Could there really be such a coincidence in this world?"
Zhou Zixiu sighed softly. "Who can truly explain the workings of fate?"
"Pay more attention to him