The spiritual wisdom of the Sun and Moon Clock had indeed deteriorated significantly—it seemed to want to communicate with itself, but the various messages it transmitted were like babbling.
Somehow, Zheng Fa felt a pang of guilt...
The previous Heavenly Venerable had devoted himself wholeheartedly to this thing, to no avail, and in the end, he probably decided to destroy it if he couldn't have it, dealing a vicious blow to this Sun and Moon Clock.
As a result, it became a bridal trousseau for himself.
It's like... how should I put it, like a stunning beauty hit by a car, remembering nothing.
Then you just happen to pass by her sickroom...
And she calls you hubby.
What can you do...
You can only keep your laughter not so loud, otherwise it would be quite embarrassing if the Heavenly Venerable were to come back to life.
Zheng Fa carefully communicated with the Sun and Moon Clock for a while more, finally confirming the state of the other party—
