Hearing Yan Di’s words, Yan Zhaoge’s gaze involuntarily drifted again to the chaotic clouds of starlight above his head that resembled lotuses.
“It was not you who found it, but it that found you?” Yan Zhaoge repeated, “By its own will?”
Yan Di was silent for a moment before he said, “I do not believe that this was a coincidence.”
“…Because?” Yan Zhaoge asked as he pondered.
As Yan Di extended his hand, the Grand Simplicity Splendour Cloud above his head drifted downwards, resembling a small, dim, intricate lotus which silently hovered above his palm.
“The very first time I set eyes on this Grand Simplicity Splendour Cloud, I felt an inexplicable, exceptional sense of closeness to it,” Yan Di’s expression turned increasingly strange, “Also, I instantly realised its identity right there and then.”
“While I am extremely familiar with the Grand Simplicity Splendour Cloud, from what I remember, this should be my first time ever seeing it.”