Chen Ping'an brought the First Ancestor of the School of Military into his Heart Image World. At the same time, he greeted Yu Shiwu and roughly explained the situation. Yu Shiwu readily agreed, having resolved himself to leave it to fate.
The man smiled. "Sword Immortal Chen, you're quite sincere. Aren't you afraid of inviting a thief into your house and having all the fortune of this place stolen clean? Or are there still two places hidden with Illusion Techniques, unfit to see the light?"
Chen Ping'an remained silent.
The man looked around at the fantasy worlds, each one like a gaudy birdcage. Disdainfully, he said, "Qi refiners nowadays certainly have plenty of tricks. They like to spend their entire lives abandoning the great in pursuit of the small, setting the word Dao aside and circling only around techniques. No wonder they dare call themselves Earth Immortals once they form a core."
Chen Ping'an offered no comment and merely listened.
The man asked, "Do you know how to grant those paper slips true Great Dao and life?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head. "I don't dare try rashly."
The man said, "If your heart is too soft, don't become the one in charge. Once you sit in the chief seat, don't hope to show complete benevolence to everyone. Otherwise, you'll easily end up saving one only to kill ten thousand. Later-acquired human hearts each have their own scales, so let us set right and wrong aside for now. Innate human nature is more or less alike in the end. In any case, it is all too easy to leave people with regret. This is the hard-won experience of someone who has been there. Remember to ponder it carefully, and don't let it pass you by lightly."
Chen Ping'an nodded. "I'll engrave