Though he had become an Immortal, facing Qingcang still required caution, as the Devil Ancestor Jianmu had taught.
He and the Devil Ancestor were on different paths to the same destination, unlike Qingcang who sought truth through force. They relied on the Laws of Jianmu, while he relied on the old Heavenly Court.
Perhaps the Heavenly Court was somewhat stronger, but it could never surpass Qingcang.
"Can you make Qinghua Cake?"
"That junior once made it for me; it's not difficult to replicate, but is that really all you ask for?"
"Go and make one for me. If it's as wonderful as she said, our karma shall thus be resolved."
Gu Wen's voice was calm, plain and unremarkable, betraying no emotion.
However, Xuan Yue detected something extraordinary. He frowned slightly, vaguely displeased by this calmness.
An extremely subtle and natural condescension.
Much like Jianmu, and like Qingcang.
