Return to Emptiness

At the foot of the Heavenly Gate, the sea of clouds surged and rolled. Today, a few uninvited guests had arrived, seemingly by prior arrangement.

Suhe stood atop Xiaohei’s back, watching the approaching figures with a hint of displeasure clouding his brow. Yet he said nothing. This Eastern Heavenly Gate—he had come, and so could others.

He simply wished to avoid entanglements, but trouble seemed to seek him out.

The newcomers were not strangers, but rather the sole heir of Qingqiu, the former Grand Elder—Qi Wumian.

Qi Wumian urged his cloud forward and, from a distance, bowed respectfully, sleeves draping as he greeted, “This humble immortal greets the True Lord.”

Suhe’s brows knitted, his tone cool and aloof. “You and I are not close. There’s no need to feign such familiarity.”

“Heh… True Lord is truly amusing. But since you stand here, may I ask where you intend to go?”

“My destination is my own affair, Grand Elder. There’s no need for your concern.”

“Oh? You say so, but a moment ago you claimed we are strangers, and yet you seem to know quite a bit about me. Yes, there were once many grievances between Qingqiu’s Holy Maiden and your younger sister. But that is all in the past—those who are gone are gone, and the living must look ahead, mustn’t we?” With that, he looked at Suhe, a smile that was not quite a smile upon his lips. Courtesy, it seemed, was only for show.

“If you know it brings discomfort, why bring it up? Are you deliberately trying to upset people?”

Qi Wumian was momentarily taken aback, his face