"This old man always speaks in riddles."
"Last time was the same, the door was not yet open because it was not time, yet he had to bring up 'behind or not behind,' needlessly making people overthink."
"Did you understand what he said just now?"
Leaving Flying Garden, Zheng Qing couldn't stop complaining about the old man's obscure speech, all the while hoping Xiao Xiao could solve the old man's riddle for him: "The old man mentioned the Black Tide outside the island... The Silent Black Tide has passed, hasn't it? Or is he talking about next year's tide?"
"It is Old Sir," Xiao Xiao first corrected Zheng Qing's inappropriate term, then cautiously answered, "As for the tide he mentioned, I think it's not a real tide... but a great trend. A vast and mighty trend of the world."
"The world… a great trend?" Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, finally waved his hand: "Well, since it's such a big issue, let's not think about it... simply living our small lives joyfully is awesome."
