Lu Yin took a sip of tea. The leaves had been picked from Tea Mountain on the other side of the mountain, and it was nothing special. "Were you hoping to discuss life with me, sir?"
Mr. Daheng chuckled. "I was overthinking it. Lord Lu is so young. How could you have so many regrets?"
Gan Mansion Master looked at Lu Yin enviously. They were all old, while Lu Yin was still so young and so powerful. No one knew how far he would go in the future.
Lu Yin set down his teacup. "Are you lamenting that you've grown old, or that you're no longer the person you once were?"
Mr. Daheng smiled. "What do you think, Lord Lu?"
"The former," Lu Yin replied.
Gan Mansion Master shook his head.
Mr. Daheng chuckled. "My Zizai Hall values freedom and ease, and refuses to be bound. That's because we all feel that everything around us is changing us, leaving us unable to break free."
"Because there is a Boundless Battlefield, we have to enter it."
"Because there is the Wood Celestial Realm, we strive toward it in our cultivation."
"Because there are day and night, we have to distinguish between them."
"Because there is good and evil, we have to turn every action over in our minds."
"These things influence us, yet we never stop to ask ourselves: are they really what we want? I want to sit here and drink tea, but night falls, and I have to go back. I want to see that scenery, but it lies on a battlefield, and I'm powerless to go there. I want to eat this delicious food every day, but the chef has grown old and died, so I can never taste it again."
"From birth to death, a person is