Ji Chang's Name as a Sage

In the northern part of the East Continent stood a secluded little courtyard.

Li Ping'an lay beneath a tree, staring absentmindedly at the sky. The white-robed fairy nestled beside him had her eyes peacefully closed, as though asleep.

"Have you had anything troubling you lately?" Qing Su asked softly.

"Hm? Nothing."

Li Ping'an smiled freely, his fingertips feeling the softness of her luminous skin, while his Dao heart remained utterly tranquil.

He said, "If you're bored, go stay in the Heavenly Court. It's not ideal to always remain outside."

"This place is quiet and secluded. It is indeed suitable for secluded cultivation."

Qing Su gently rubbed her forehead against him.

"Still, you've shown your face much less often lately. Don't neglect Yaochi and Ningning.

"It can't be that the Great Dao is the only thing in your heart now, and you no longer spend time with them."

Li Ping'an hurriedly agreed.

He asked, "Master, if I insist on walking the path I believe is right, only for its outcome to be worse than the path Old Man Wangri arranged for me, would that count as success or failure?"

"Your own success, of course."

Qing Su answered quite casually.

"You worry too much by nature. There's no need to overthink such things. Cultivators cultivate so that they may have no shame before their own hearts.

"Those with great ambitions seek to establish the lives of all living beings. Those who seek peace of mind seek their own stability.

"Isn't that all there is to it?"

"Uh... Master, what you said does make some sense."

Li Ping'an could not help becoming interested in the discussion. This had nothing to do with romance.

Whenever he was beside Qing Su, he always felt a rare sense of peace.

He asked, "Then, Master, do you