"Listening to you speak is better than reading ten years' worth of books."
Slowing Dragon Wells wore a look of pure admiration. "I was wrong, Master Menglu. I never expected your spiritual realm to be so lofty. I apologize for my previous ignorance. I actually thought you were a hopeless good-for-nothing, someone who did nothing but play games all day, skipped class every day, never did homework, and served as a negative example. Even the teachers told us to regard you as a disgrace.
"But seeing you today, I realize that I, Wells, am the truly hopeless one. I gravely underestimated Master Menglu's cultivation of character, and I even looked at dragons through tinted glasses. I truly had eyes yet failed to recognize Mount Tai. Everyone misunderstood you."
He respectfully addressed Tan Menglu as Master.
"You're too polite. It's fine. After all, what dragon doesn't make mistakes? To recognize one's mistakes and mend one's ways is the greatest good; a prodigal who turns back is worth more than gold."
Tan Menglu stood with her hands behind her back, putting on a magnanimous air, utterly unconcerned with how others had looked down on her before, or with the abuse hurled at her by ignorant onlookers who knew nothing of the truth.
After all, the wise were always lonely and misunderstood by others.
The more sneers and gossip she had endured in the past, the more flowers and praise she could welcome today.
"Master Menglu, was it wrong for us to study hard? We're so serious, so diligent. We attend class on time every day, and we excel in every exam. Is this path really wrong? Should we instead follow you and play games together—that's the correct path?"
A young dragon asked.
"No, you can't call that wrong. In fact, you're right,