"Shape him into your own master? It seems Lord Taihua has quite a few complaints about his own mentor." I could not help laughing.
Lord Taihua narrowed his eyes, seeming to sink into memories. After a long while, he said, "When my master first drove me down the mountain, I couldn't see it through for a time, so I often blamed him for not asking about the truth and treating me too harshly. But after going through more things, I finally realized that my master's kindness toward me was as weighty as a mountain. He drove me down the mountain for my own good... When I first went up Mount Taihua, I was merely a wild man from the mountains. Seeing that I had wandered and suffered for most of my life, living on raw meat and blood, my master took me into the mountain. Naturally, I didn't fit in with my fellow disciples. Yet my swordsmanship happened to be far superior to theirs. Later, after I caused trouble and nearly beat a whole group of them to death, my master ordered me down the mountain..."
I stared blankly at Lord Taihua and could not help saying, "The Lord Taihua of today has a very different temperament from the one in the past?"
"Of course he does. This old man was a wild man back then. Look at me now—do I look like a wild man?" Lord Taihua threw his head back and laughed.
"Of course not. But although you live in a place that appears so elegant, when examined closely, it has quite a few problems. Most of it has the form but not the spirit. It seems Lord Taihua longs for this kind of life as well, yet deep down, you still haven't learned it properly." I smiled.