Things Are Born Just as They Die

"In Great Qian, if you wanted to cultivate smoothly, you still needed someone from a lineage to guide you.

"The Confucian School's Spring-Autumn Brush is indeed a fine choice for you."

"Dong Chunqiu may be a little pedantic, but he deserves the title of great Confucian scholar. As for his disciples... hehe—"

Elder Wei lowered his head, no longer looking at Li Shun, and continued polishing that Sword Branch with his fingers.

Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps it was because he had held it every day for so long, but in Li Shun's eyes, that long branch was looking more and more like a sword rather than a tree branch. Even when the sword had not been swung and its cold gleam had yet to appear, it was still so.

"This junior understands." Li Shun nodded thoughtfully.

After a long while.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Seeing Li Shun still standing in the courtyard, Wei Wuqi could not help but raise his head and glance at him.

"This junior still has doubts in his heart, yet does not know whether they should be asked. Thus, I have lingered here in hesitation—"

Seeing Li Shun's deliberately reserved manner, Wei Wuqi shook his head slightly. "Speak."

"Why does Senior seem to hold me in such special regard? You have imparted Empty Boat, Self-Erasure, the Emperor-Slaying sword art, and all manner of divine abilities without holding anything back. And whenever I have questions, you have answered nearly everything you know. Why does this junior receive such special treatment?"

"Is it because of Li Qing, or because this junior possesses the Threefold Self-Reflection divine ability?" Li Shun looked quietly at Wei Wuqi with utter sincerity and voiced the doubt in his heart.

Wei Wuqi's gaze was deep and distant. "Do you truly