Ye Qingcang did not comfort Xiao Wu.
To judge whether a person was mature, one had to see whether, when negative emotions arose, they silently bore them alone or spread those emotions to others.
Happiness gave birth to happiness.
Sorrow also gave birth to sorrow.
A mature person—or, more precisely, a cultivated and mature person—would not spread negative emotions to others. This was the most basic ability to withstand pressure, and it also determined how far one could go when facing the world's boundless unknown malice.
The road was difficult, the road was difficult; so many branching paths—where was the way now?
Was this not also a prerequisite? Only by finding the answer to this question could one someday ride the winds and break the waves, hoisting cloudlike sails to cross the vast sea.
"Other than those I called out earlier."
"Is there anyone else who hasn't tried?"
Just in case, Ye Qingcang still asked.
One should fear not scarcity, but inequity.
If one failed to obtain something through one's own efforts, one would only blame one's own inadequacy. But if one was left out, even knowing full well that one could not have obtained it, one would shift the blame onto others. Such was the ugliness of human nature.
Thus, he had no desire whatsoever to test human nature.
Because human nature was never meant to be tested.
Yu Xiaogang's Soul Power level was too low. Gui Mei left an afterimage where he stood, took his true body for a walk, then returned to his original spot—and Yu Xiaogang never noticed.
Relying on the Spirit Hall elder's token he possessed,
he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Yue Guan.
Little did he know that Yue Guan had him spinning in circles.
Hearing Ye Qingcang's question, he