Narrow-Minded

Chen Xuan rose to his feet, gathered the scattered maple leaves and pine needles from the chessboard into his palm, walked to the edge of the maple grove, and gently flicked his hand.

The red leaves and green needles were lifted by the mountain breeze stirred by Soul Power, blending with the fallen leaves covering the mountainside.

He bent down to pick up the book basket set aside nearby, then gave Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun a slight nod. Without another word, he turned and stepped onto the forest path.

Zhou Qiubai watched his figure vanish amid the crimson leaves, suddenly recalling their first meeting in Heaven Dou City all those years ago.

After so many years, Chen Xuan was still Chen Xuan, but Zhou Qiubai was no longer the fledgling Rogue Cultivator he had once been.

All he could say was that he still had much to learn!

Xie Ru watched Chen Xuan depart, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

"There is a question in your heart." Xie Ru did not look at Zhou Qiubai. "Ask it."

Zhou Qiubai did indeed have a question, but he also knew that it was not that Xie Ru was unwilling to explain everything—it was simply not yet time.

"Senior, you just said that you would not stop something that was bound to happen." Zhou Qiubai spoke carefully, weighing his words. "But you also said that you stood with the common people. Is there not a contradiction between the two?"

Xie Ru smiled.

This child had indeed not disappointed his expectations.

"The root of the contradiction lies in your seeing choosing a side and doing things as the same matter." Xie Ru stood up. "I have stood in court for forty years and have seen countless people confuse these two matters.