Reeling from Di Tou's statements, the little gathering in the 'Void' was silent for quite some while, as everyone fell into their own lines of thinking.
Sister Jue was contemplating quietly, only rocking once or twice a minute, while the Mountain had turned as small as a mouse, hiding behind a counter and rubbing his head against a peanut shell as if it was a magical artifact that would allow him to wake up from the strange dream he was in.
Di Tou was still nervously worrying that he had asked too much and would be in a bit of trouble now, or more importantly, not be able to achieve his goal in this situation, if anything even taking a few steps back, and the Sharp Gourd Master…
