PS: An extra 2,000 words were added to the previous chapter. Just refresh it, everyone.
"Do you think what I'm doing now is useful?" Gran asked.
"Why don't you ask my brother whether it's useful?" Merus's face instantly darkened.
"Well, I ran too fast earlier and forgot to ask." Gran gave a perfunctory explanation.
"I can't believe you!"
Merus took another sip of tea and fell into thought.
Gran did not disturb Merus. He drank his tea while waiting for Merus's reply.
After a while.
Merus spoke. "It should be useful."
Gran froze for a moment. "Why 'should be'?"
"State of mind is inherently something elusive. Cultivating in the Mortal Realm can indeed temper one's heart."
"Just like how I served as a Galactic Patrol officer in Universe 7. After all these years of tempering, I've come to like this profession even more, and I like Universe 7 even more too..."
Before Merus could finish.
Gran was utterly speechless. He said irritably, "You like this profession more, and you like Universe 7 more? At this rate, you'll end up dying!!"
"So be it. You promised you'd use the Super Dragon to revive me anyway."
"Fine!"
Gran rubbed his forehead, only hoping that the Grand Minister would not tear his bones apart when the time came.
"Let's get back to what we were talking about."
Holding his teacup, Merus looked up at the sky. "Everyone sees life differently. That means there are different paths to training in the Mortal Realm as well. It isn't as simple as casually going down to the Mortal Realm and being able to temper your state of mind. That's why I sounded so uncertain just now."
"I see."
Only then did Gran understand.
Merus set down his teacup. "Still, cultivating your state of mind in