Tang Tang looked at Wu Qianqiu, who was sleeping soundly on the Qi Mechanism Bed, and chuckled softly, "Quite refined."
A deep and resonant male voice echoed in her mind,
"What do you think?"
Tang Tang pondered for a moment, "It's hard to say if they're friends, but they probably aren't enemies."
"Wu Wangxinger... such a person emerges at this moment. Indeed, whenever a major trend arrives, there's always an element of change. A dragon rises from humble beginnings: first, there was Fan Wubing of the Little South Continent, then Wu Wangxinger of the Celestial South."
"Father, do you think there's any connection between them?"
"It's hard to determine."
Tang Tang gazed towards the endlessly bustling Changning City, where in the sky, an Immortal Carriage bearing the mark of the Heaven-Questioning Sect slowly descended.
She chuckled lightly, "Why do I feel like Changning City is getting livelier?"
