A few days later, Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu finally arrived at the top of Tianshan Mountain. When they came here again, they still saw the white snow. They walked slowly towards the place in their memory. They saw the old man in white clothes and white hair on the top of the mountain, who seemed to blend into the ice and snow. If they didn't look carefully, they would not know that there was a person sitting there.
Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu stopped one meter in front of him. Seeing that he was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, they did not disturb him but just stood there quietly and waited.
Time passed by little by little, with a gentle breeze blowing and a slight coolness entering the body. After an unknown amount of time, fine snow began to float on the top of the mountain. The snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and their heads and clothes were gradually covered with white. However, the two of them still just stood there, not moving or speaking, just looking at the white sky, not knowing what they were thinking.
The old man who sat with his back to them seemed unaware of the two people sitting quietly behind him. After a long while, he sighed softly, "I am an outsider and can't help you. You should just leave!"
Hearing this, the two of them looked slightly moved. Xuanyuan Moze did not speak, but Fengjiu asked: "Senior, how did you know about our behavior?"
"As the saying goes, one never comes to see a monk for no reason. Although I am a layman, I can see the overall situation of the world clearly. I can also guess the purpose of your visit."
He spoke slowly, stood up, gently brushed off the snow on his body, looked at the two people in front of him, and asked: "You have been standing here for so long, looking at this vast expanse of white, what do you feel?"
Feng Jiu's eyes fell on his face and she said slowly, "It's lonely up there."
Xuanyuan Moze still didn't say anything, just looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky.
"Yes! It's lonely at high places. Now you are the masters of the world, extremely noble, with power that can cover the sky with one hand. But, I want to ask you, can you stop it from snowing?" He stroked his beard, looked at the falling snow in the sky, and asked them with a smile.
Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu were silent, lowering their eyes, watching the snowflakes falling to the ground, covering them and melting into the snow on the ground.
"This is the way of heaven, this is destiny. Even if you have reached the peak of your cultivation, there are many things that you cannot change with your own strength." He stroked his beard, looked at the sky, and said, "There are nine levels of heaven, but we are not in the ninth level now. Even if your strength is strong, it cannot go against heaven."
Hearing his words, Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu's hearts skipped a beat for unknown reasons, and they were a little confused.
Feng Jiu paused for a moment. She did not ask what he meant by that, nor did she ask the purpose of this idea. She felt that there was another meaning behind what Tianjizi said, but she did not want to know at this moment.
So, she asked, "Senior, has Mo Chen returned?"
Hearing this, Tianjizi smiled slightly and said, "He is back."
"Is he okay? Can we see him?" Fengjiu asked.
Tianjizi shook his head: "The entanglement between him and your fate has ended. There is no benefit in seeing him again. What's more, you can't see him now even if you want to."