Chen Xun smiled. "Then go on. This Dao Ancestor will keep fishing here."
"Alright!" Ke Ding could hardly wait any longer.
He still preferred this kind of open and candid way of dealing with one another. His years here drinking warm tea and fishing with Chen Xun had not been in vain.
Dao Zhi Heng gave Chen Xun a deep bow, then departed through the air alongside Ke Ding.
Only Chen Xun remained by the lakeside. Ripples spread across the lake like the Immortal Firmament's long breaths, crushing layered reflections of clouds into fragments. Only the timeless soft sound of fallen pine needles knocking awake the ripples remained.
He too fell silent, like a stone statue.
After a long while.
Chen Xun unhurriedly poured himself a cup of tea. Yet the lake's surface now reflected countless scenes...
There was the flourishing sight of all races walking side by side in Fallen Star City; the sight of myriad living beings slaughtering one another across the vast earth; the sight of immortals and demons charging into battle; the sight of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers trembling through creation and destruction; and the sight of the Past Plain.
Chen Xun no longer seemed to need immortal consciousness or immortal power to perceive everything. He could see all things with his naked eyes. Even the mist where past and present intertwined could be penetrated with a single glance.
An unconscious smile curved his lips...
Because he had seen that it was not only Ke Ding who had been seeking immortal medicine for him all along. Old Ox, Third Sister, the Ghost Face Race, and countless more cultivators were crossing mountains and seas, traversing the Star Wilderness, all seeking a cure for his recovery.
"Damn it."
The smile on Chen Xun's lips gradually spread. He