"Heh..."
A soft sigh, carrying the weight of eternity and a hint of ineffable ridicule, suddenly echoed across the silent platform.
The ethereal figure of the Taoist, which had previously been as inert as a statue, showing no reaction to Chang Qing's questions, now slowly "came to life."
Its indistinct face seemed to turn toward Qi Yun, its ethereal and illusory voice sounding as if it came from the far shores of a distant time and space.
"You junior, you are meticulous in your thoughts, and your insight is... not bad."
Faced with this ambiguous praise, Qi Yun just grinned. His tone was as light as if he were discussing the weather, completely at odds with the solemn and bizarre atmosphere.
"It's nothing. My teacher taught me.
Read more books, read more newspapers, eat fewer snacks, and get more sleep.
So, the knowledge I've picked up is just a bit... eclectic."
The ethereal Taoist paid no mind to Qi Yun's banter, continuing in that hollow, distant voice:
