This dream turned out to be a very pleasant conversation.
During their chat, Zhou Gong seemed quite accommodating toward Wen Ying.
His words revealed the loneliness of a thousand years. It seemed no one had ever visited this world before, making Wen Ying his very first guest.
Over the long eons, Zhou Gong had witnessed the transformations of lesser worlds, the development of humanity, and even the emergence of unknown creatures.
But he had seen it all through the divine mirror of history's long river. He had never met anyone face to face.
Wen Ying's arrival stirred ripples in his long-tranquil heart.
He answered whichever of Wen Ying's questions he could, but for those involving profound secrets, he remained completely silent.
Before she knew it, Wen Ying had already finished two cups of tea.
Yet the world inside the Immortal Realm remained under a perpetual midday sun, seemingly without any change at all.
