Last night, when Ling Yun was asking Dao Zi for compensation and Dao Zi said ten thousand Yuan, Ling Yun casually looked up at the sky and said it would rain these two days. He was not spouting nonsense.
Ling Yun was someone with a strong sense of curiosity. So long as there was something he did not understand or was curious about, he would always research on it. He had always been like this ever since his days in Cultivation World. If someone was to describe him in modern society, Ling Yun would be someone with a wide range of interests.
Cultivation World was extremely big to the point where there were no borders to it. Filled with mysteries, there were self-cultivation sectors everywhere that practiced Daoism, Buddhism, Spiritism, and Satanism. Ling Yun even came across angels that sprouted wings on their backs and got into a big fight with them.