"Even in this era, Fellow Daoist Fusheng, it is best not to casually refer to that one's honorific title... just call him Master Yuxu."
After a pause,
He pondered:
"It seems that you might have realized something—yet I must tell you one thing."
"Know, but keep it in your heart, do not speak it out."
"Every spoken word will be known."
Seeing Laojun's serious expression, Zhang Fusheng felt a chill on his heart, recalling the sensation when he temporarily inhabited the Primordial beginning's shell,
knowing all things, understanding everything, omniscient.
A passing person leaves a trace, a passing goose leaves a sound.
Words spoken will leave traces in reality that are imperceptible to ordinary beings, even to Daluo,
but the Supreme can perceive them.
With a turn of thought, Zhang Fusheng somewhat understood Laojun's meaning,
everything can only be understood without saying, cannot be spoken openly, '
