In the vast expanse of wilderness, Wang Xuan pondered the events for three years hence, genuinely curious about their potential global impact. He sighed deeply, reflecting on his own limitations. "I'm simply not powerful enough. I should at least be able to defend myself," he murmured. In his heart, he felt dwarfed when compared to legendary figures from tales past. Lost in thought, he quipped, "When the day comes that the woman in red dances at my whim without protest, maybe then I'll see myself as formidable." 6

As Qing Mu approached, he caught snippets of Wang Xuan's musings. At first, he felt sympathy, sensing Wang Xuan's desolation. But as Wang Xuan's whimsical aspirations became clear, Qing Mu's empathy turned to bemusement. 0

"Maybe keep the daydreams for nighttime," Qing Mu remarked with a hint of sarcasm. "Dream of confronting the demoness once you've managed to best Chen Randeng." 1

"Qing Mu," Wang Xuan responded, "Everyone needs dreams. Two centuries ago, mankind was ignorant of the New World's whereabouts. Look at us now, delving into the depths of space. If fate ever brings me face to face with the demoness, I'd much prefer her serenading me over her attempting to...0