Ruan Su Xian's words rang like falling stones, while Daoist Qinghe quietly listened to it all.
At this moment, he was learning something from this disciple that he had never possessed before.
"To see you thinking this way brings your master great comfort."
"On the road ahead, you have already gone farther than I ever did."
"To have a disciple like you is the honor of my life, Qing He."
Upon receiving this answer, Ruan Su Xian cupped his hands and bowed to Qing He.
Seeing this, Qing He said calmly, "Since you have come this far, may your master ask you a question?"
"Please speak, Master!"
"After this matter ends, perhaps you will no longer fight for the sect, nor will you fight for all living things."
"If so, what do you intend to fight for?"
Facing Qing He's question, Ruan Su Xian smiled faintly.
"Master, people like us shout every day that we fight for all living things."
"But do we truly understand the Suffering of the People?"
"As cultivators, how much do we know about ordinary people? Born into prestigious sects, how much do we know about Loose Cultivators and low-ranking cultivators?"
"If we do not understand them, if we cannot feel what they feel, how could we willingly fight to the death for them?"
"The reasoning is simple, yet few of the righteous sects under heaven are willing to admit it."
"And that is precisely why Senior Changsheng's eyes were full of mockery when he looked at us."
"Because he knows that the ideals in our hearts are far too fragile. At the slightest stir of wind and grass, our Dao hearts shatter."
"I, born of a prestigious righteous sect, am the finest example."
"Because of a little unfair treatment, I wanted to abandon my original