Xiang Yuan remembered the title "Daoist Wangji." The truth was not hard to guess; it was simply that his Primordial Spirit was resisting the correct answer.
Brain: I got it!
Primordial Spirit: No, you don't.
When Xiang Yuan had first arrived at the Sect Gate of Northern Qi's True Heart Dao, Old Daoist Quexin had spoken of how the sect was blessed with outstanding lands and brilliant people, talents gathered in abundance. Setting aside Hard Drive Martial Uncle, who liked to sprint through little woods in a hurry, there had also been three Daoists of his generation: Wangji, Wujiu, and Still Water.
Forget, guiltless, still, lacking.
Then he had taken Xiang Yuan to visit the peaks where the three Martial Uncles resided, one by one.
They had all run off. Not a single one had been home.
Old Daoist Quexin had brought Xiang Yuan along to kick down doors to collect meeting gifts, while incidentally letting him recognize a few people. The three Martial Uncles being absent did not affect Xiang Yuan's collection of gifts. Under Quexin's harebrained instructions, Xiang Yuan had collected the meeting gifts himself.
Among them had been Daoist Wangji's meeting gift.
True Heart Dao had no sect master. If it did, it was probably the ancestral master statue seated within the Supreme Clarity Numinous Treasure Hall on Cloud-Entering Peak. The several peaks each lived their own lives, and after living like that for a while, Daoists Wangji, Wujiu, and Still Water could no longer keep living there.
We're True Heart Dao, not Illusion Annihilation Dao. Is that any way to cultivate the heart?
To hell with this rotten True Heart Dao. Better not stay another day!
The three Daoists followed their true hearts, rolled up their bedding, and fled overnight, never returning to the Sect Gate.