Red-Clad Diary

Chu Qing whistled away into the distance.

The Daoist stared at his retreating back for a long time without speaking.

The shopkeeper beside him patted his shoulder and said, "Back then... so many masters surrounded and tried to kill him, yet he killed so many of them in return!"

The Daoist said softly, "Those people were not masters!"

The shopkeeper laughed. "Correct. The ones who failed were no masters!"

"You are not a master either. There is no need to hang your head in despair before Mr. Chu!"

The Daoist fell silent.

After a long while, he hoisted his iron shovel onto his shoulder and went out to plant trees.

He felt that training had become meaningless.

He had trained for decades, yet he was still inferior to Chu Qing, a rising talent of the younger generation.

"How could the gap between people be so vast?"

"And Chu Qing is only a country bumpkin."

"He has not even cultivated Great Zhou's top secret transmissions."

"If every realm he cultivated had secret transmissions of Golden Inlaid Jade's caliber, just how terrifying would he be?"

"And how terrifying are those prodigies of Great Zhou who cultivate dual-trait secret transmissions?"

At that moment, he gave up completely.

He felt that planting trees was actually quite good.

If he could turn a stretch of desert into an oasis, that would be wonderful too.

Surely the history books would record him someday!

Then he could be considered to have left his name in the annals of history!

There was no news of the Daoist Nun.

Chu Qing was certain that she had returned to Great Zhou.

He had her address.

But he did not want to go.

Because:

Great Zhou was too unfamiliar to him.

Moreover, he did not know what the Daoist Nun's faction