"Considering that I am already about to die, could you ask me a few questions?"

…

After Fu Qian finished speaking, even Teresa couldn't help falling into a brief silence.

The guy in front of me seems to really not know how to write the word "death".

"Okay, just ask."

After a few seconds, the man let out a burst of unexplained laughter and motioned for Fu Qian to continue.

"Since Shang Shiming only knows a little about rituals, I'm curious, what is the essence of rituals?"

He asked politely before paying.

The essence of ritual…

Teresa looked at Fu Qian.

"When death is imminent, your thirst for knowledge is really strong."

"Hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."

When Fu Qian said this, there was no piety on his face.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if I tell you."

Theresa's smile was filled with a chill.

"The essence of ritual is naturally knowledge."

"But that is not human knowledge, but divine knowledge."
Chapter completed!