Hou Niao didn't ask any questions about the future; he didn't want to make things difficult for others, nor did he want to scare himself. After persisting for so many years, why indulge in boundless speculation when things are imminent?
But he could ask some personal questions, "Senior, are you the master of the Heavenly Heart Pavilion?"
"Whether I am or not, what's the difference? It's just a face in the Mortal World, not important."
"After Jinxiu creates Heaven, what will become of the Heavenly Heart Pavilion? Will it still exist? In what form will it exist?"
"You'll know after Heaven is created."
Hou Niao probed, "Did you come this time to tell me something?"
The old man looked up, his cloudy eyes vacant yet seeming to contain the heavens and earth,
"I came this time to actually tell you a story, a long, long time ago, a sword cultivator named Li Ji stepped out from Qingkong into the Universe..."
