The God of Order raised an eyebrow and said casually, "I can teach you, but it's a bit too early." He waved his hand dismissively. "In my opinion, it won't be long before you can learn—though there's not much to learn anyway. Just use your divine forms more, do whatever you want to do. You'll merge faster that way."
A flicker of disappointment crossed the brother's face, but anticipation still shone in his eyes. He couldn't help but ask, "Then what were you doing just now? Why did you use soul separation?"
The God of Order glanced at him, his tone somewhat evasive: "Why so many questions? Grown-up matters are none of children's business." He then changed the subject: "So what did you come here for, anyway?"
The brother replied honestly, "We wanted to find someone to chat with and learn something along the way."
"Shoo, shoo," the God of Order waved them away, "I'm very busy. Go find someone else."
"We don't know anyone else out there," the brother insisted, "Besides, it was Dad who told us to come to you."
Upon hearing that it was Pan Gu's instruction, the God of Order's attitude shifted immediately.
"Come, come," he said with a sudden smile, "Let's have a hearty chat! Talk about whatever you want, do whatever you feel like."
The brother seemed puzzled, "But aren't you busy?"
The God of Order sighed, "Ah, lately it's all been trivial, annoying matters. Thinking about it irritates me. I'll leave it to my subordinates—if it comes to a fight, no one can beat them anyway."
The brother then asked, "What does soul separation feel like?"
"Nothing special," the God of Order shrugged, "or rather, you feel nothing at all. If I had to describe it, you might hear a 'pop' sound, like the crack of a knuckle." He demonstrated casually, "Actually, you just need to relax your whole body, as if entering a state of sleep. The trick is to breathe slowly, slower and slower, until you stop."
"That sounds too intense!" the brother exclaimed.
"It's not that bad," the God of Order said nonchalantly, "The key point is, once the primordial spirit leaves the body, everything you do requires money to sustain your power. Your souls were already wealthy to begin with, far richer than others. That's why your thoughts are clearer, your spirits brighter, and you're more energetic than anyone else."
The siblings exchanged stunned glances. "So that's how it is! I never knew," the brother murmured.
"What happens if your primordial spirit runs out of money?" the brother pressed.
"Nothing happens," the God of Order replied lightly, "You just can't do anything, that's all."
"I see," the brother said thoughtfully.
"It's so profound," the younger sister whispered.
The God of Order lowered his voice mysteriously: "You have no idea, do you? In the human world, soul separation is always supposed to be fatal, but it's not absolute. Your divine forms are already incredibly wealthy and can automatically gather divine power. Even if you use soul separation in the human world, your divine forms won't die." He added proudly, "And there's something even more amazing: as long as the injury to your divine form isn't fatal, you can recover by consuming divine power. Pretty impressive, right?"
The siblings nodded repeatedly, their faces filled with admiration.
And just like that, they talked for a long, long time.