Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He had not expected those details to expose a flaw. He immediately sighed. "After the defeat at Xingqing Prefecture, with life and death hanging by a thread, I have seen through many things. I once prided myself on learning that surpassed ordinary men, yet all my martial arts could not withstand the enemy's simple sword strike. I suddenly realized how laughable my former pursuit of those complicated tea-brewing methods was. It is better to simplify the complex."
Red Sun Dharma King smiled. "Water Moon, your insight is truly thought-provoking. The Han Chinese have a saying: fortune and misfortune depend on each other. Though you suffered a crushing defeat at Fu Cailin's hands this time, it may not be a bad thing. If you can gain some enlightenment from it, perhaps you may be the first to glimpse the Heavenly Dao someday."
"I dare not dream of the Heavenly Dao. I only hope that, should I encounter Fu Cailin again, I can wash away this humiliation." Song Qingshu sighed, putting on a dejected expression.
Red Sun Dharma King consoled him, "Victory and defeat are common in battle. Winning first does not mean winning in the end. As long as you can defeat Fu Cailin in the future, this past defeat will instead become an interesting embellishment."
"Brother Red Sun's words move me deeply," Song Qingshu said gratefully.
Red Sun Dharma King burst into laughter. "Such words are far too polite between friends."
"By the way, I heard you encountered Jin Bingyun of the Demon Master Palace outside the palace?" Red Sun Dharma King asked.
Song Qingshu nodded. "That is right. She came to ask me how Fang Ye Yu, Liu Yaozhi, and the others died."
Red Sun Dharma King nodded slightly. "Pang Ban is currently