For Qi Xuansu, the Wanxiang Daoist Palace was all too familiar.0

However, this familiarity only applied to the Lower Palace. Zhang Yuelu, who had stayed at the Upper Palace for three months, knew more about it than he did.0

There was no helping it. The difference between the Upper and Lower Palace was like that between high-ranking and low-ranking Daoists. They were entirely separate worlds.0

Whenever he thought of this, Qi Xuansu could not help but mimic the sighs of literary scholars, lamenting, “The joys and sorrows of two worlds would never align.”0

It was somewhat melodramatic. But he came to understand a deeper truth—it was not just between two worlds, but even the joys and sorrows between two people were never truly connected.0

When Wan Xiuwu and Yue Liuli nearly killed him, he was filled with grief and rage, but to others, it might have been nothing more than gossip and amusement. When he sought justice, people did not sympathize with him and merely thought that he was kicking up a fuss.0

The distances between...0