Two brothers, blood of the same line—one is the pride of the Daoist academy, while the other lives in solitude in a corner of the family.
The disparity between heaven and earth was enough to drive one mad, yet Wang Changji's face showed no trace of resentment. From beginning to end, he calmly continued to eat his meal.
As if eating was the most important thing in this world.
His pace of eating was even, and he took his time with every bite.
After finishing his pork trotter and green vegetables and swallowing the last bit of rice, he finally looked at his younger brother with a gentle voice, "Changxiang, is there something on your mind?"
"Nothing major, just carried out a mission and thought to come over and chat with you."
"Good boy, eat your vegetables. You can't just eat meat." Wang Changji caressed the orange cat gnawing on a pork trotter, coaxing softly, then turned to Wang Changxiang, "Go on, you seem weighed down with thoughts."
