"Once people grow old, they always like to reminisce."
Carefree Old Daoist sighed, his voice Filled With endless melancholy.
A moment later,
he looked at Zhang Qingyuan, seeming to hesitate, his eyes complicated.
"Actually, this old man does not know whether I should say some of these things."
"Please, Senior, speak freely."
"Then this old man will meddle for once. Young friend, from the very first moment I saw you, I sensed on you the same air carried by the powerful nobles of the Zhou Dynasty."
"Hm?"
Zhang Qingyuan's face showed some confusion at those words.
"Do not blame me for speaking bluntly, young friend. Though you are not one to slaughter innocents wantonly, and are fundamentally different from those fellows who treat human lives like grass, before all beings, I fear you too regard yourself as a lofty heavenly being, indifferent to the masses and no longer considering yourself one among them!"
"With such a disposition, there is not much difference between you and those nobles who disregard the common people."
Carefree Old Daoist's gentle voice echoed through the void, wisdom glimmering in his eyes.
Zhang Qingyuan fell silent for a time.
The other man was right.
Indeed, his state of mind could no longer resonate much with the countless living beings of the mortal world.
Back when he had been weak, if he encountered someone being hunted down, or witnessed injustice, he would lend a hand.
But now,
all that remained was indifference.
He also understood
that the more one cultivated, the closer one came to the peak, the more detached one's character became.
The Heavenly Dao was merciless.
Just as when he looked upon the countless sufferings of the world, he would only feel that they were the result of the Heavenly Dao's workings. Big fish ate