On the road back to Jing State, Zhongshan Yanwen slowed down slightly.
Zhongshan Weisun had failed this time in his forced attempt to attain True Insight. Though Zhongshan Yanwen had protected him in time, he would still need a long period of recuperation. His physical injuries were secondary; the crucial thing was whether he could untie the knot in his heart.
Zhongshan Yanwen had already done all that he could.
In the end, the realm of True Insight could only be sought by oneself.
If True Insight could be attained through another's aid, then the Hegemon State imperial house ought to shine in glory forever.
He simply did not know how much the young men of the Zhongshan family could learn from this lesson called life.
Zhongshan Weisun gripped the jade vial containing his friend's ashes, his lips pressed tightly together, as though he would remain silent forever.
Autumn grass sprouted in the southern lands; the bitter north wind raged in the northern lands.
When Jing State's fierce wind lashed against his brow, Zhongshan Yanwen—his demonic armor put away—wore no expression. Proud all his life, he was unwilling to show his disappointment.
Yet Zhongshan Weisun, who had been silent all the way, spoke at this moment. "There's something wrong with the battle at Southern Dipper Hall? Is Duke of An concealing something?"
The stiffness on Zhongshan Yanwen's face finally eased a little. "What makes you say that?"
"He was willing to let you witness the battle, but unwilling to truly let you witness it," Zhongshan Weisun said.
"Those of Dao Derivation avoid acting before others whenever possible, lest their foundational Dao principles be glimpsed. That is commonplace." Zhongshan Yanwen released his hold and let him fly on his own, his tone calm. "The Evil Aspect Army is one of Chu