"Yellow Millet Dream?"
At the edge of Cliff City, Tong Ting was already stupefied.
Unbelievable, news coming from his own father's mouth.
"No, what is this?" Tong Ting was confused: "Are you talking about Paradise? Didn't it collapse long ago? Hua Xu is dead."
"I'm saying Paradise has disappeared, that's true, but when did I say Hua Xujun is dead?"
The old man, without lifting his head, questioned back, holding a teacup, sipping the classic brew, his eyes lowering to the ground, where the scattered milfoil intertwined, displaying chaotic hexagrams, changing unpredictably in the breeze.
The Ether Path observes here, everyone's curiosity varies; the difference lies only in the level of skill and daring.
Once reaching the level of Heavenly People, observing the world from the home is fairly routine.
On a whim, Tong Yuan was still maintaining the pursuit and observation of this amnesiac incident, only refraining from direct action for the sake of caution.
