The guard's words rang in Yun Ce's ears like a thunderclap.
Like morning bells and evening drums, they stirred him awake.
In an instant, it felt as though the clouds had parted and the sun had emerged. Yun Ce cupped his hands toward the guard. "Sir, I have learned from your words."
Now it was the guard's turn to feel at a loss. "You mustn't, you mustn't! General Yun, what are you doing? You'll be the death of me!"
"Anyone who has attained the Way can be my teacher."
He meant it with all his heart.
The guard's words had truly lifted the clouds of worry that had lingered in his mind, and strengthened his resolve in the martial path. He was no longer lost. Even if what the old general had said was the norm of the times, did that make it right? Of course not! The world's filth could not turn right and wrong upside down, making filth out to be purity!
Seeing how stubborn Yun Ce was, the guard could only accept the compliment with an embarrassed smile.
The two quickly grew familiar with each other.
Yun Ce was curious how the guard had gained such insight.
The guard's ears reddened slightly. He waved his hand. "They were just a few heartfelt words. I wouldn't dare call them profound... If I had to say, it's probably because the Patriarch taught me well." His Patriarch was Luan Xin, after all.
Yun Ce had some impression of Luan Xin.
Back when he still served his former lord, Huang Lie, his position had naturally been awkward. Aside from his junior fellow disciple, Xianyu Jian, he hadn't dared to speak much with anyone else. His impression of the people serving Lord Shen was that each had a distinct style, and all