Amidst the bewildered gazes of the onlookers, the two hurriedly ran away. While running, they both started laughing, joking and talking along the way.
Their thoughts were now so synchronized, both equally tsundere, often saying things that didn’t match their hearts, but still, they could speak in unison. It felt like the two of them were one person.
Qiu Wuji pulled Chu Ge into a bubble tea shop, and they each ordered a cup of Peach Oolong Milk Tea. They slurped their drinks and, at the sa ti, took out their phones to check how to book tickets for the sea music park.
There was no need to ask if they were going; it was a given. However, the so-called trial opening was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and most likely the tickets would be sold out by now. They couldn’t even figure out where to book the tickets.
Qiu Wuji directly opened the omnipotent Zhu ngng’s WeChat account:“ngng~”
On the other side, Zhu ngng exploded: “Qiu! Wuji! Are you seriously showing up now? I’ve never seen such a shaless person!”
“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”
“Is this your company or mine? You’re the majority shareholder! I haven’t seen you in nearly a week, and you expect , who used to just sit around drinking tea and listening to the zither every day, to work for you now? Are you even human?”
“Isn’t it because there are so many handso guys surrounding Sister ngng every day? Do you enjoy that?”
“…Go to hell! I don’t want to hear it!”
“How about I treat you to a al later…”
“What’s the use of a al? We’re a comic studio. We need you to oversee things, and you just send over a pile of rough drafts. Are you an artist or a boss? I don’t understand these things. What’s the use of having oversee it? The next chapter is about to be released, do you want to co and take a look?”
Qiu Wuji was quite surprised. “ngng, are you really this concerned about our work? Tell , who possessed my ngng?”
“I…” Zhu ngng scratched her head in the office and found it strange. Why was she so concerned about this? Shouldn’t she have just picked up her bag and gone to yoga?
After thinking for a long ti, she could only say, “This is the first project I’ve been involved with from start to finish. Watching it grow from nothing to the number one on the popularity charts, I just feel… It feels different.”
“ngng, you’re the best,” Qiu Wuji said. “How about this, this weekend is coming up, and there’s a sea the music park. How about I treat you to a day there?”
“You’re paying?”
“I’ll pay!”
“Wow, it’s not easy to see the ironclad Qiu Wuji shedding so feathers.” Zhu ngng was very happy. “Deal then!”
“Wait a minute, I don’t know how to book these tickets…”
Zhu ngng patted her chest. “I’ll take care of it!”
“Book three tickets.” Qiu Wuji quickly transferred the money to her. “Is it enough?”
Zhu ngng: “…”
Was there sothing strange? Why did it feel like she was being used?
Chu Ge sipped his milk tea and carefully examined Qiu Wuji in front of him.
Qiu Wuji nonchalantly put her phone away. “What’s wrong? Do I look good?”
Chu Ge couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re getting more and more ruthless, Master. Bullying Xuan Ji has made you used to it.”
“Absolutely not. I’m always the nicest to those around !”
“Yeah, yeah. How about we go check out the comic today?”
“Are you shaless? I told you before I left that you should go check the comic yourself. You made endure ngng’s scolding.”
Chu Ge raised his hand and admitted his wrongdoing.
With all the chaos in their two worlds, they had so much on their plates that Chu Ge had genuinely forgotten about this. He had only submitted the script to the studio and hadn’t seen how the comic had progressed.
This was still an important issue since it involved addressing previous inconsistencies in the story.
For instance, the Heavenly Emperor…
Xie Jiuxiao and Qiu Wuji believed it could be a manipulation by the one-eyed giant. However, Chu Ge instinctively believed it was real and that the Heavenly Emperor was likely orchestrating so kind of plan through certain individuals overseas.
Even the greatest figures in the mortal realm, approaching their transcendence, could sense the presence of the Heavenly Dao. So, figures from the Heavenly Realm would be even more capable of such perception. The Heavenly Emperor would have plans, no doubt about it.
However, the premise of the story was that the Heavenly and Mortal realms were separated. There was no ntion of the Heavenly Emperor communicating with individuals in the mortal realm. Otherwise, the direction of the mortal realm would be too heavily influenced by the Heavenly Realm.
But now, he had no idea how the Heavenly Emperor was able to communicate with the one-eyed giant. To be honest, it shouldn’t be that difficult for the other party to achieve it, considering that even Buddha could descend through the connection with the Bodhi tree. The Heavenly Emperor should have other thods at his disposal. Yet, as the author, Chu Ge couldn’t figure out how he could have done it.
After all, he had been writing for so long that he had forgotten so of the details. It wasn’t about mory, but not knowing which details were significant. These details couldn’t be accurately retrieved from mory, and it required revisiting the previous text. Additionally, it might not be related to any details in the previous text, but rather the disconnection between them. If Xie Jiuxiao could exploit these inconsistencies to his advantage, the Heavenly Emperor could likely do it even more effectively.
He needed to revisit and review everything.
After finishing their milk tea, the couple went to the comic studio hand in hand once more.
Zhu ngng leaned against the office door with her arms crossed, glaring at them as they walked in. “Co on, you’re almost thirty-year-olds, and you’re walking around hand in hand like a pair of elentary school kids. Aren’t you ashad?”
The employees chuckled, clearly finding the two quite childish as they went hand in hand everywhere.
Well, they still envied them a lot…
However, Qiu Wuji, who used to feel embarrassed about such things, had no reaction now. She casually replied, “Who said holding hands is just for kids? There are plenty of couples holding hands at the park!”
“So, is this a park?”
“… Many elderly couples hold hands while walking on the street too.”
Zhu ngng couldn’t hold back her frustration. “So how old are you?”
“Ten thousand years old!” Qiu Wuji replied confidently.
“No hope.” Zhu ngng couldn’t believe it. She reached out and separated their hands, pulling Qiu Wuji toward the office. “Hurry up! We have several chapters piled up here, and we can’t publish them without your approval.”
“Hey, I’ll go check the latest ones. Chu Ge, you check the previous ones.”
“Why would Chu Ge check them? Does he understand comics? Isn’t his level the sa as mine?”
Qiu Wuji stared at Zhu ngng in astonishnt. “He’s the author!”
Zhu ngng: “…I forgot.”
Qiu Wuji hugged her with a smile. “ngng, you’re so cute! Give a kiss.”
The two girls playfully entered the adjacent room to check the new drafts. anwhile, Chu Ge entered the office with a contented smile. Soon, soone approached him with a puzzled look and handed him the drafts of the previous chapters. “Brother Chu, did you really practice martial arts? People say that punch of yours is sothing only practiced experts can do, even including your body movents and footwork.”
Chu Ge decided to follow Qiu Wuji’s lead and reveal the truth. “Yes, I practice Taoist cultivation, so I write xianxia novels.”
“Damn,” the employee imdiately walked away.
These days, the more you tell the truth, the less people believe it…
Chu Ge plopped down on the couch, opened the notebook the employee had given him, and began to read slowly, partly as a break and partly to reminisce. He gradually beca entranced.
The feeling was even more pronounced than when he read the physical book.
This was an image, or rather, a “real” image recreated by Qiu Wuji based on the characters and their essence. The images slowly seed to co to life, transforming into scenes of mountains and rivers. It was like watching television, with each scene gently flowing in the eyes, stretching and unfolding, as if viewing the entire world from high above.
Everything he had written, everything he hadn’t written, and everything beyond the images replayed before his eyes.
Chu Tiange joining the Cloud Horizon Sect, starting from the outer sect, climbing up on the shoulders of his senior brothers, embarking on missions, entering dungeons—this established the starting line for the whole story, gradually extending and unfolding the entire narrative.
Qiu Wuji began collecting items for the Four Symbols Array.
Yan Qianli rose amidst the flas of the Fire Prison Sect, scorching the southern sky.
The Bodhi tree and Abbot Great Compassion, Xie Jiuxiao ditating in the Yunxiao City.
Across the vast land, with winds rising from all directions, the beginnings of each story, familiar faces, and words were brought to life.
While others might view this as watching TV, for Chu Ge, it was a journey back in ti. Bit by bit, the forgotten, the overlooked, the things he had never cared about were right in front of him.
Up to the point of the latest chapters, there was no sign of anything related to the Heavenly Realm. No details had been missed that would link the Mortal Realm and the Heavenly Realm.
However, Chu Ge was sure that if there were any flaws before, they had now disappeared. At least in the comic, they were no longer present. Chu Tiange’s character had been set up from the beginning to stay aloof from emotions and pursue the Dao. And with the deletion of that one sentence from Qiu Wuji, any sense of disconnection had long since disappeared.
No matter how he looked at this world, everything was intertwined. If he tried to find loopholes himself, there was probably no place left to exploit. Even if he wanted to see the Heavenly Realm, he couldn’t see it. After all, the book hadn’t reached that part yet, and the comic even less so.
He didn’t even know what the Heavenly Emperor looked like. How did the Heavenly Emperor manage to connect with the mortal realm?
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