"It is often said that ancient emperors bore the Great Dao upon their shoulders. Now I understand... The ancients truly never deceived me."
Taichua Goddess murmured to herself, her ethereal presence becoming even more otherworldly.
Suddenly, her shoulder was tapped.
The unexpected sensation jolted her thoughts momentarily away from the stele.
The female crown turned around and saw Chen Yi.
"Distracted?"
Chen Yi mocked.
Taichua Goddess, however, smiled serenely and replied:
"Not at all… But thank you."
Chen Yi looked at the female crown in disbelief.
Thank you?
Was this really something the daughter of King Jing would say?
"If not for you, I might have fallen deeply into it, like the endless chess game of decayed wood."
Taichua Goddess's voice was calm and gentle, as she intoned a Daoist chant:
"Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable, inconceivable virtue."
Chen Yi squinted at her.
