Liu Mang could no longer contain his joy and burst out laughing.
The man opposite him heard his laughter and slowly raised his head.
Their eyes met for only a second, yet it felt as though countless ages had passed. In that instant, the other man understood everything.
"I am Qing Xuan. Thank you, fellow Daoist Liu Mang," Qing Xuan said.
"No need to thank me, fellow Daoist Qing Xuan. You and I were originally one." Liu Mang waved a hand.
Talking to himself like this felt nothing like talking to himself. It was impossible to describe without experiencing it.
Qing Xuan's expression grew serious. "For both our sakes, please don't think of it that way. Remember: you are you, and I am me."
Then Qing Xuan turned and bowed respectfully to Sovereign Tongtian. "Greetings, Saint. I have only just come into being, and my cultivation has yet to stabilize. I ask to borrow your grounds for my training. Once my cultivation recovers, I will leave at once and trouble you no further."
Tongtian had been studying Qing Xuan all along. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
The man before him had clear eyes and a gentle, polished bearing. His manners were impeccable, his words measured and assured. He carried himself with a composure that inspired trust.
Now that dignified bearing looks like someone from the righteous side, Tongtian thought.
After spending so much time with Liu Mang, he had begun to wonder whether he was a villain himself.
What if I kept Qing Xuan here and took him as my disciple? Once the thought arose, Tongtian could not shake it.
Seeing the look on Tongtian's face, Liu Mang hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, I can help with your cultivation. That way, you can leave sooner and