Inside the Heavenly Temple.
Ziye was still telling her Second Sister how powerful the expert was.
She was describing a fanciful world where words had power, where sun and moon passed by in the blink of an eye, where a single word could hold up everything. In her description, the expert was a creator. The so-called major catastrophe was nothing in front of the expert. As long as the expert was willing to, with just a word from him, the catastrophe would disperse automatically.
The Second Sister froze. She could not help thinking that Ziye was spouting mythology. However, it was so interesting, she was unwilling to cut her off.
"Do you still have an orange?" the Second Sister asked for the sixth time.
Ziye was excited. She had no choice but to reach inside her pocket…no more!
She could not help sighing and saying, "Are you here for the story or the oranges?"