Elder Ge had not wished to say much, but considering that they had once been teacher and student—though not master and disciple, there was still some bond between them—he gave a faint sigh.
"You are the Overseer. In the future, you may become an Elder Ge."
The middle-aged cultivator who served as Overseer hurriedly cupped his hands. "I would not dare."
Elder Ge gave him an indifferent glance and continued:
"The higher the position you sit in, the broader your vision must be. Only with a broad vision can you stand high, see far, and know which way to go. If your vision is narrow and your sight limited, and you take the wrong path, then the higher you stand, the harder you will fall."
"The world only knows to seek fame and profit, to seek power and influence. Yet they do not know that fame, profit, power, and influence need a broad vision to bear them, and a Dao Heart to control them. If one's vision is not broad and one's Dao Heart is not firm, then fame, profit, power, and influence will devour one's true heart and bring calamity upon one's very self..."
Elder Ge pointed toward the sky and asked the Overseer, "What is a Son of Heaven?"
The Overseer frowned. "The Dao Lord's lineage serves the Heavenly Dao above and bears the fortunes of all living beings below. They are the Sons of Heaven."
Elder Ge shook his head and pointed at the Overseer. "You are a Son of Heaven."
Cold sweat instantly broke out on the Overseer's brow. He trembled. "Elder Ge..."
Elder Ge pointed at himself again. "I too am a 'Son of Heaven.'"
The Overseer was stunned.
"Not only you and I..." Elder Ge pointed toward the cultivators all around them, varied in