"...Senior, we are searching for—"
"Fragments of the Heavenly Ladder".
Song Siyao clasped his hands in a fist salute, intending to speak directly, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by the old man's hoarse voice.
The two sisters, who looked seven-tenths alike, suddenly looked up.
Song Tingwan curtsied gracefully. "From what you've said, it seems you've been waiting for us?"
The old man stared at them blankly, as if he were a puppet.
For a moment, Song Tingwan wondered if this senior was like Uncle Zhu.
However, the vitality of life indicates that this is not the case.
In the past, those who did not accumulate merit could deceive everyone by becoming puppets from the divine realm.
But now Song Tingwan and Song Siyao are no longer the same.
If one can perceive all things in heaven and earth, how could one not distinguish between a puppet and a real person?
In the darkness.
The only light coming from the cloud-shaped lamp that Song Tingwan was carrying was dim.
The three walked silently in the darkness, wanting to pave a bright path for all living beings.
However, the old man's movements were stiff, and after walking for a while, Song Siyao looked back and found that he had only walked a short distance.
She suggested, "If you show me the way, I'll carry you and my sister on my sword, how about that?"
The old woman straightened her hunched back for a moment, and a smile, barely perceptible to them, appeared on her stiff and numb face.
"…good."
Song Tingwan lifted her skirt and stepped onto Li Guang, who had lowered himself considerably.
After she steadied herself, she helped the old man up by the hand, while Song Siyao supported him with both hands, helping him onto the sword.
"I will make my natal sword fly slower, don't worry, don't be afraid."
It's a very strange feeling.
The old man was like a puppet, his expression and movements stiff, yet somehow you felt a sense of respect for him.
The elderly woman stood between the sisters, and Song Siyao rarely extended her arm so considerately, making it easy for the old woman to hold on.
Upon hearing this, the old man remained silent.
Unseen by them, a very faint smile flickered in the depths of her aged eyes.
"right."
"Left."
"..."
Short pronunciation.
But time and time again, as if someone who hadn't spoken for a long time was recovering, the old man's voice was only hoarse.
"Would you like some spiritual drink?"
A jade plate emerged from behind, upon which sat a cup of refreshing and invigorating spiritual drink.
Those delicate hands reached up, accompanied by a woman's gentle and caring smile.
“...My name is Gandi, and I come from ten thousand years ago.”
Gandi calmly picked up the spiritual drink and spoke with compassionate eyes.
Upon hearing this, the two sisters, one in front of the other, were inexplicably startled.
Such a name…
"Ten thousand years ago—" Song Siyao repeated, asking in confusion.
After a moment of silence, Song Tingwan finally remembered why the name sounded so familiar.
"You... are Danzu's good friend?"
Gan Di paused in his tea-drinking motion.
The wind seemed to momentarily pause her gaze.
"…yes."
Gan Di placed the cold lotus glass back on the tray in her hand, turned his face, which was as white as withered tree bark, and looked Song Tingwan up and down with a probing gaze.
"Descendants of an old friend?"
That old man, could he really have such a beautiful and otherworldly descendant?
Before Song Tingwan could explain, Gan Di glanced at her and revealed a knowing expression.
"You are a pill cultivator."
If it weren't for his descendants, this eccentric and stingy old man would never have passed on his alchemical skills.
Song Tingwan laughed.
She had read the alchemy notes of the Danzu (elixir master) and inherited his alchemy skills. There was a room in the Magnolia Courtyard that she used to worship the Danzu.
Nowadays, the Fengchun Dan School has even built a temple for Danzu, where he is worshipped with incense and fire.
Song Tingwan had no idea what kind of person Danzu was.
Yet, from the scribbled and messy marks in her notes, she could discern a touch of endearing personality.
Song Tingwan did not want to argue; she only explained that she had fallen into the Danzu Secret Realm.
He casually pointed in a direction to the little guy in front who was listening intently, and then turned to stare at Song Tingwan.
"He was stubborn his whole life. He was indeed unmatched in alchemy. When others asked him to take on disciples to pass on the art of alchemy, he declared that he would take on the one with the best talent in the six realms of heaven and earth."
"If you don't catch his eye or fit his destiny, that old man doesn't care about being a chosen one, the collapse of the heavens and the destruction of the world."
No one can force him to do something he doesn't want to do.
When Gandi spoke of Danzu, his tone carried a pleasure he himself was unaware of.
Song Tingwan was taken aback.
Is that really the case?
Isn't this a cheat code given to her by the Heavenly Dao?
Song Siyao, who was in front, turned around and said, "My elder sister's alchemy skills are now the best in the Six Realms."
Gan Di tried to smile, but his face was extremely stiff. He gave a very slight smile and said, "As expected of his successor."
Back in the day, they were so incredibly talented and charismatic.
What a pity.
He's still alive; that old man has been dead for who knows how long.
He too became an old man nearing the end of his life.
I really miss the old days.
But it's alright, he'll reunite with them once he completes his mission.
"Land."
Gan Di gently lifted the hand that was on Song Siyao's arm and patted her to indicate that they had arrived at their destination.
The three landed.
But this place is no different from other places.
Gandi stood still, his gaze sweeping over the two men.
"I'll borrow your sword."
Before Song Siyao could react, Li Guang had already been drawn away by Gan Di, who twirled the sword in a beautiful flourish and then cut his own palm.
His wrinkled skin tightened, he clenched his fist, and purple blood dripped onto the ground.
It dissolves on the silt.
Then the ground shook, and the silt in front of them moved slowly, forming a huge array.
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