A low table with two cups of tea, the two shadows remain on either side.
In this simplistic, somewhat desolate Mount Lingjiu, now suspended in the center of the secret realm Hongjun had prepared as a retreat.
Hongjun sighed, lowered his head, and took a sip of the tea.
"Did you really think hiding in the Chaos Sea meant I couldn't find you?"
The Spirit in the Coffin spoke softly, pouring more water into Hongjun's teacup.
"You had to try regardless, otherwise, you would never have been at peace. As it turns out, your struggles only added to your troubles. When you shattered the Creation Jade Disc, you could have already stepped away from it all.
"Hongjun, oh Hongjun, you've endured for a million years, and it's just this final stretch before the end.
"The saying goes, a journey of a hundred miles is only half accomplished at ninety, and it's truly fitting in your case."
Hongjun said softly, "Fellow Daoist, you've won."
