Lin Mu nodded slowly, absorbing the significance of such an existence. A sentient, Transcendent Immortal plant—one older than the temple itself. It wasn't just a relic. It was a guardian, perhaps even a spiritual anchor to the Silent Lotus World.
"That's… remarkable," he murmured.
"Indeed," Daoist Chu said, stroking his beard. "A being like that… I imagine it sees time differently than we do. Perhaps it will have insights we lack."
"Will we meet it?" Meng Bai asked, his curiosity piqued. "Like, actually talk to it?"
Monk Hushu smiled. "If it wishes to communicate, it will. Though such interactions are rare. The Lotus only chooses to commune with those it finds… spiritually harmonious."
"That might exclude you, Meng Bai," Daoist Chu teased.
"Hey!" Meng Bai pouted. "I'm plenty harmonious. I only puked a few times."
"Though I have an inkling that Daoist Lin Mu would have little issue in talking to it," Monk Hushu added.
"Hmm, that might be good," Lin Mu muttered.
