Red Candle had always been rather forthright by nature.
Once Li Su explained why he had come and learned the purpose of his visit, she quickly dispelled her awkwardness. She brought over a meditation cushion for Li Su to sit on, organized her thoughts slightly, and began explaining directly.
First, they were fellow disciples—martial siblings of the same sect.
Second, she also looked forward to him being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with her in the future, supporting one another on the great path of witch patterns.
After all, seeking the Dao might be joyful, but it also came with an inexpressible loneliness.
Especially for a prodigy like Red Candle. Over the course of several thousand years, only her teacher had been able to discuss this path with her.
It was not that her witch patterns were exceptionally formidable.
Rather, among those at a comparable realm, none could reach her level.
Those whose realms far surpassed hers could be consulted now and then, but they were clearly not enough to be fellow Daoists.
As a result, she had almost no fellow Daoists and could only race alone down the great road of witch patterns.
Perhaps someone might wonder: weren't there still her fellow disciples? Couldn't she simply discuss things with them? They were all prodigies, so surely the gap would not be that great?
But the issue was that they cultivated different paths.
Even on the single path of witch patterns, a thousand cultivators would already forge a thousand different roads—let alone those who cultivated entirely different Daos.
The clash between different paths was not quite like trying to discuss ice with a summer insect, but it was not far off. It was like biology and calculus: yes, there were things that could be discussed, but they were few.