0999: Taiji Dissipates Power! Wudang Discusses the Dao! (Please Vote)

Zhang Sanfeng had expected Jiang Dali's question to be far from ordinary, but he had not expected it to be so profound and strange. It could even be said that giving a correct answer to such a question was extremely difficult, while giving a wrong answer was equally difficult.

Because the answer to this question could no longer be summed up simply as "right" or "wrong."

After all, before this question came into being, no one had yet conceived of "right" or "wrong," nor did they know what was "good" and what was "bad."

Nor had anyone ever been able to offer the most perfect answer to this question.

Not even Zhang Sanfeng, known as the Hidden Immortal, could do so. At the very least, he could not tell Jiang Dali which road he should take.

Only Jiang Dali himself could decide the answer to this question. The final answer would be found only at the end of the road.

Whether it was right or wrong, only he himself could know. Others could neither say it was right nor say it was wrong, because everyone was different—you could never decide right or wrong for someone else, nor would you pay the price for another's choices.

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a long while. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Dali, he gazed at the sky, red as though scorched by fire, and said calmly, "The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, only it is near dusk.

"This old Daoist's road is already like that setting sun, heading toward twilight. But little friend, your road has only just begun.

"Since you asked about the road of Heaven, it seems you already have an answer in your heart. You have understood your own fate, and now stand at the moment of choice?"

"Exactly!"

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