"Seeking the true self? Subduing the mystical fire?"
Whenever Tang Rao was caught in a whirlwind of words and tasks, he barely understood what they wanted from him.
Tang Rao felt like he and they were from entirely different worlds.
"I'm just me, the unique fireworks, why the heck should I search for something?"
Tang Rao never considered looking for his true self. He felt pretty good about his life now, living well and returning to nature—wasn't this the true self? What else could it be?
"Tang Rao, this mystical fire and I are from different species. I tried communicating with it, but to no avail."
The tiny fire seed was the source of the mystical fire, and Tang Rao believed all mystical fires evolved from it. Only in the Land of Immortals, did he realize the truth wasn't like that after reaching the Divine Realm.
If not for the tiny fire seed speaking up, Tang Rao would have remained in the dark.
"Unable to communicate? That's troublesome."
