After a moment's hesitation, the Supreme set down the furnace and guiltily said,
"Primordial, why did it have to come to this? Wouldn't it have been better if you had just made things clear?"
The Blind Daoist looked sorrowful, his face still a mask of utter dejection. He sneered,
"Make things clear? When have I ever failed to make things clear to you? And what was the result? Supreme, your paranoia runs too deep, far too deep!"
With that, he rose in anger and stormed away with a flick of his sleeve. After walking some distance, however, he turned back. Pointing a finger, he separated a sliver of memory and sent it floating toward the Supreme.
The Blind Daoist said coldly,
"This is the scene of my meeting with the Goddess, including what happened before and after we plotted. See for yourself. You should be able to discern its authenticity!"
