After entering the courtyard, scene after scene flashed before Xiang Yuan's eyes—all of them Hard Drive Martial Uncle's departed youth.
Every frame showed Hard Drive Martial Uncle cultivating diligently; every second showed Old Daoist Quexin being utterly useless at learning. One was a top student, the other a bottom-feeder. Judging by appearances alone, their futures had already been decided.
Unfortunately, this was True Heart Dao!
Though True Heart Dao could not exactly be blamed. When Hard Drive Martial Uncle cultivated so diligently, was he not following his true heart as well? His true heart told him that one reaped what one sowed; only through relentless perseverance in cultivation could one bear sweet fruit.
Hard Drive Martial Uncle's mistake was that he had lost his own true heart and been influenced by Quexin's.
What true heart could Quexin possibly have? He lived up to his name—a complete fool. If Hard Drive Martial Uncle tried to reason with a fool, it would be a miracle if he won.
Besides that, Hard Drive Martial Uncle had committed one greatest error.
He had joined the wrong Sect Gate!
In Xiang Yuan's view, Hard Drive Martial Uncle had been born to eat from Yellow Springs Dao's bowl. Though he had switched paths midway, he had still managed to breathe new life into the Left Envoy's secret art, the Three Yin Book of Life and Death, developing all manner of new postures. With talent and aptitude like that, had he joined Yellow Springs Dao early on, what place would there have been for Zuo Lengxie?
Creak!
The two wooden doors of the courtyard outhouse slowly swung open. Since True Heart Dao cultivators did not fuss over worldly things, the door panels were broken and full of drafts. Before they had even opened halfway, they hit the