Since Wenren Sheng had discovered such a good thing, of course he could not let it go.
As for pride, that did not matter.
A sage had no face.
He walked up and, with a few quick motions, removed the two bamboo doors.
"Azure Bamboo, I've made my choice. Send me back," Wenren Sheng said contentedly, carrying the two doors.
Yet the bamboo hut remained silent for a long while.
Did I embarrass him to death?
Wenren Sheng thought to himself.
Fortunately, that tragedy did not happen. The voice that sounded like wind blowing and waves crashing rang out again. "Someone once told me that literary quality does not equal moral character, and that judging a person by their writing is wrong. I never believed it, but today I've decided to believe it once."
"Well, that's true most of the time," Wenren Sheng affirmed, then changed the subject. "But I'm the sole exception. My literary quality and moral character are both equally hard... firm."
The voice fell silent again. After quite a while, it spoke. "Strange. Why aren't you like the others, treading carefully? You don't seem afraid of me at all."
Bullshit. Ai Sha spilled all your secrets. Why the hell would I be afraid of you? Wenren Sheng thought inwardly, though his face was righteous and solemn. "Those who seek something will naturally harbor fear. With no desires, one is strong. Even before emperors, sacred beings, immortals, and Buddhas, one can remain fearless."
"Oh, I see. You truly are a very special person."
"Thank you for the compliment, sir."
"It wasn't a compliment. I don't know about your other qualities, but I do know that your skin is the thickest of anyone I've ever met."
"Thank you for the compliment, sir."
Wenren Sheng did not care about that