(It's almost four in the morning, I am so exhausted that I cannot keep on writing. Let's wait for the next chapter together.)
There were a total of three claps, played over and over. They seemed mundane but... When Baiyin clapped, his face subtly changed, showing a bit of strain!
What kind of clapping would make the mighty Immortal Sovereign feel strained?
Su He stopped recalling in his mind and used his power to project the scene before him—this small piece of the scene, from when Baiyin clapped to when the grass grew and flowers blossomed, played back bit by bit.
Over and over again, yet Su He could see nothing out of the ordinary.
He lowered his head, deep in thought for a long moment. Then, he lifted his eyes, the urgency disappeared, replaced by a profound calmness, the whispers of the Tao Te Ching resonating in his Inner World.
While reciting, Su He watched the scene of Baiyin clapping again.
