Ping'an's Spirit Platform was engulfed in a somewhat awkward atmosphere.
Underneath the Golden Cloud, two meditation mats floated above nine strands of pure energy.
Ping'an's Primordial Spirit, dressed in a green robe, fixed his sharp gaze upon the Faceless One.
The Faceless One of the Heavenly Dao conveyed an emotion of resignation and tranquility, quietly observing Ping'an.
The two remained silent for a long time, for about six or seven hours.
Eventually, Ping'an's patience wore thin, his gaze lost its sharpness and was instead laced with a hint of helplessness.
"You heard it all?"
"Yes," the Faceless One responded, "Your Majesty, whatever questions you have, this Poor Daoist will do his best to answer."
"The Transcender—is it real?"
