With time pressing, they decided to set out that very day.
Su Yi had nothing to pack.
A Li returned to her dwelling and brought some belongings.
They were almost all commonplace things: changes of clothes, a wooden hairpin, a spear, and the like.
There was even a pair of freshly woven straw sandals among them.
To any cultivator, these things would have looked like nothing more than a pile of junk.
Yet A Ning felt a pang of sorrow. Her younger sister had suffered far too much these past years.
"A Li, leave these things behind. From now on, Elder Sister will buy you the very best."
A Ning spoke gently.
A Li froze for a moment, deeply reluctant to part with them. She wrote a sentence on an animal hide: "It would be such a pity to throw them away."
"They truly cannot be thrown away."
Su Yi spoke up. "Keep them. Better yet... keep them for the rest of your life."
His tone carried a deeper meaning.
These ordinary belongings were in truth witnesses to A Li's impoverished past, carrying the memories of all her years.
Cultivating the Great Dao was like sailing upon a boundless sea. Most cultivators gradually lost their original hearts amid power, desire, treasures, and beauty, eventually fading into the common multitude.
In Su Yi's eyes, the belongings A Li carried were like an anchor on a ship!
Should A Li encounter confusion on her path of cultivation in the future, the memories borne by these objects would be enough to help her recover her original heart!
Su Yi was the same.
Throughout his past cultivation, every sword he had used had been kept by him.
Those swords might long since have become unremarkable, but they were like "anchors" upon the Great Dao,