Seen from the side, it forms a ridge; from the end, a peak. Far or near, high or low, each view is different.
The same person looked different in different people's eyes.
On the grand scale, there was "their hero, our hated foe." Closer at hand, there was the good junior brother in Jingli's eyes, and the former Marquis of Wu'an in the Marquis of Bowang's eyes.
Everything that had happened after entering the Floating Continent world had let Xi Ming witness the bearing of a famed general.
And now, at last, he understood what it meant to be a marquis of a hegemonic state.
Oh, "former" had to be added before that.
"You seem to know Great Void True Lord quite well?" Xi Ming asked flatly.
"Not really. I'd only heard a few things, and I've had some contact with the Great Void Illusion Realm." Jiang Wang said, "But that doesn't stop me from respecting the old gentleman."
"You do know how to show respect," Xi Ming said.
Jiang Wang smiled, dispersing the heavy, suppressed atmosphere in the stone grotto created by Jingli's scripture chanting. "To be honest, I'm curious about such a pinnacle existence as well. If Brother Xi has any knowledge to share, please enlighten me."
Xi Ming did not stand on ceremony. The moment he opened his mouth, he recited an entire account of the man's life: "Xu Yuanzhi began studying the Dao at three and had mastered the classics by nine. At thirteen, he wandered by mistake into a classics colloquium. He debated the classics, debated Dharma, debated the Dao, and defeated renowned scholars in all three. He wrote two essays on Confucianism and three on Mohism in a single flourish, and the masters praised them. All who attended marveled: 'Was he, too, born knowing?'