Far in the distance, by Xining Village's old temple, the stream was silent.
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at the monk across the stream and said, "You should know very clearly just who I have always been wary of."
The prayer beads in the monk's palm ceased their movements. His eyes still closed, the monk indifferently replied, "They have never gone to the other side, so they naturally cannot contemplate what you have contemplated."
She replied, "I also have never been."
At this time, she was still at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, but her gaze was here, tens of thousands of li away.
No matter how far, as long as they were connected through this world with her Qi, her soul could personally come.
This was the her standing by the stream.
The monk pondered her response and replied, "That is reasonable."
The Tianhai Divine Empress asked, "Is this not the situation you most desired to see?"
The monk replied, "I never imagined to see anything when making this plan."
