C114 Blind God

I listened intently. "So did he see the sky?"

Mr. Zhao said, "You're asking me, but who should I ask?"

I was a little speechless. "You're a storyteller, don't you know?"

Mr. Zhao said, "No one knows exactly what he saw. He only knew that the old Daoist was watching with rapt attention. He watched for seven days and seven nights in a row. On the seventh day