The morning sunlight streams through the gaps of the Venetian blinds, carving a pattern of light and shadow on the living room floor.
Xiao Jie sits at the coffee table, leisurely eating breakfast, but his thoughts have already drifted far away. The conversation from last night's dream with the Heavenly Venerate, about the choice of future path, echoes repeatedly in his mind like a giant stone hanging over his heart.
Should... I go to the Great Thousand World?
"Jie, what are you thinking about, so engrossed?" Gu Feiyu bursts out of the bedroom full of energy, his hair tousled with the look of having just woken up. He unceremoniously grabs a meat bun from the dining table and stuffs it into his mouth, the carefree and joyful chewing of a young person forming a stark contrast to the seriousness in Xiao Jie's expression.
"Nothing," Xiao Jie pauses, feeling there's nothing much to hide, "Last night, I met the Heavenly Venerate."
