Sorrow Cannot Save the World

With a sigh, Zhou Han stopped looking at the two old Daoists and turned to leave with Lu Dongbin.

Her once-straight figure seemed to have bent slightly at that moment.

What she carried on her back was exceptionally heavy.

"This is a little too cruel."

The timid expression on the old Daoist called Old Zhang gradually vanished. Watching Zhou Han and Lu Dongbin's departing backs, he sighed wistfully, his eyes filled with a trace of pity.

The other old Daoist shook his head. "The Dao follows nature. There should be no desire to contend."

"Everything between heaven and earth has its own karmic fate. Too much obsession is worse than letting things be."

"Alas."

"The world laughs at our Daoist sect, but what do they know of the path we walk?"

At that moment, the two seemed lofty and detached, like immortals from the heavens, without any trace of their previous antics.

"Yes."

"If the Daoist sect fought, seized, and plundered, then it would no longer be the Daoist sect."

"If it truly came to that, then the Daoist sect would be truly finished."

Old Zhang smiled bitterly. "Forget it. Let the juniors handle it. If that day really comes, we old relics will still be here to back them up."

"At worst, our Dao hearts will shatter. We'll leave the Daoist sect and carve out a bright and clear world through slaughter."

"Then we'll let the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain see that us old relics can do more than refine pills."

The old Daoist laughed heartily. "So it should be!"

"Let the juniors see, explore, and experience the mortal world. They are the future of our Daoist sect."

"If us old fellows truly shatter our Dao hearts, so what?"

Their Daoist robes fluttered despite the absence of