Yu Changqing had never heard of any sect announcing its presence in such a manner—"When the flowers fall, we meet again?"
What is this nonsense? She was a bit baffled, but since she had already immersed herself in the realm of cultivation, she wasn't one to feign ignorance. To truly understand the self, the non-self, and the absence of self and to pursue the ultimate truth within the Great Dao of heaven and earth, is what a cultivator should be steadfast in.
Thus, she admitted candidly, "Sorry, this... I really haven't heard of it, could you perhaps give a brief introduction?"
Feng Jun smiled indifferently, "It's common for no one to be omniscient. If you don't know, that's normal."
He himself didn't know how to explain it and simply let his eyelids droop as if to say—start imagining, let your mind wander.
